"Since it's not to your taste, let's ask the chef to make it again."
While waiting for the new dishes to arrive, Jing Song pretended to ask casually, "Ms. Qingyue, where did you get that scale-like ornament on your neck?"
Although Jing Song was not 100% sure, the luster and color of the scales reminded him that this thing was not an ordinary item.
It is better to believe it exists than to believe it does not.
It would be best if the scale was just a decoration, but if the scale belonged to that guy, then it would be a big threat when he wanted to do something to the girl.
Those top-level things are all for protecting their masters. If the scale is what he wants, he has to trick the girl into taking it off voluntarily.
Feng Qingyue looked at him deeply, and gently stroked the scale with her slender white fingers: "My family once went to the Cangxuan Galaxy, which is ruled by the Cangxuan Azure Dragon. When they came back, they gave this scale to me."
Jing Song's face darkened. Sure enough, it was that thing.
He smiled at Feng Qingyue, his tone curious: "I have been growing up listening to the legends of those top-level beings. Can I see this scale?"
Feng Qingyue looked at the man in front of her who was reaching out to her, her tone light and a hint of coldness in her voice: "Your tone and actions sound more like you're asking for something, don't they?"
Jing Song seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate. He apologized: "Sorry, I was just too curious."
Feng Qingyue smiled softly: "My family told me that this scale cannot be removed, so I'm sorry."
Jing Song also smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Tsk, judging by the time, the drug should be taking effect by now, right? What's going on?"
Just as he was wondering, the girl in front of him stood up, but her body was a little shaky: "Sorry, I feel a little dizzy, I'm leaving now."
Jing Song stood up with her, looking worried, but his hands were actually shaking with excitement. "Shall I take you there?"
As he spoke, his hand had already grasped the girl's slender wrist.
Feng Qingyue was extremely resistant to his contact and subconsciously shook her hand away: "No."
Jing Song's big hands were very strong, and the evil thoughts in his eyes flashed with excitement: "Stop struggling, you can't escape."
Feng Qingyue didn't want to play along anymore and was about to strike back when a familiar voice came from the doorway: "Let her go."
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