The driver spoke nervously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed the man in the back seat nod slightly.
Cold light streamed through the black glass window, outlining the handsome features of the man in the back seat. His long, arched eyebrows, high nose, and thin, sharp lips were faintly visible.
He was toying with a sharp military knife between his slender fingers; the blade flashed, gleaming brightly.
Aloof, chilling, and bloody.
It's colder than the snow falling outside the window.
Even the driver who was specifically assigned to drive Qin Shou had to admit that he was afraid of this major general.
I'm terrified from the bottom of my heart.
No one knows exactly what Major General Qin did while on missions abroad, but the driver vaguely heard someone mention something that seemed to be...
Military achievements earned on the battlefield.
The car was parked outside the villa, and the driver and guards respectfully stayed behind, not following the car.
Everyone knows that Chief Qin is aloof and doesn't like others getting close to him. If it weren't for the regulations, he wouldn't even want a driver or bodyguard.
A hint of weariness lingered between Qin Shou's brows, but the moment he opened the door, his eyes turned icy cold, and his fingers instantly reached for the holster at his waist—
Someone has been inside!
The faint smell of alcohol had not yet dissipated.
He didn't turn on the lights or notify the guards outside. He walked silently into the house alone. His military boots were heavy, but the sound of them landing was barely audible.
His tall, muscular body was taut, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, dangerous and deadly, waiting for its prey to lower its guard, and then—
One fatal blow!
hall.
stairs.
corridor.
bedroom.
The door opened silently, and the creature inside, oblivious, was curled up on the bed, fast asleep. The smell of alcohol in the room grew stronger, and Qin Shou frowned.
What is it?
He walked silently to the bedside, suddenly reached out and pulled back the covers, the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against something inside.
"Get out here."
The man's voice was deep and cold, as icy as snow.
The dazed figure on the bed was startled awake and ruthlessly dragged out by Qin Shou, letting out a cry of pain and screams. The lights in the room then clicked on.
The lights were on brightly.
Qin Shou was stunned.
What he was clutching in his hand was a white, fluffy ball of dough.
To be precise, she was a girl who could strip down to just a tank top, hot pants, and nightgown, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
The girl had just woken up, her eyes still full of confusion and innocence. The bright white light in the bedroom made her eyes red and glistening with tears. The wrinkles of the pillowcase imprinted on the girl's face, a slightly pinkish blush, like soft, watery jade.
Her delicate and beautiful features seemed to instantly lose their flamboyance, becoming pitifully soft and gentle.
What was even more stimulating to the eye than her face was her body, clad only in a tank top and short hot pants. It was as soft as water and as smooth as jade, with large expanses of snow-white skin like solidified cream. It was limp and powerless, hanging down with the force of his grip, while her chest was squeezed out in round, snow-white waves, like a pair of white rabbits.
Qin Shou loosened his grip and threw her up: "Shi Baozhu!"
His voice was filled with anger.
The girl wasn't scared at all; in fact, she was slightly sober. He threw her onto the bed, and she stumbled to her feet. She squinted at herself, looked at herself, and grinned.
He stretched out his arms and pounced on her, hugging her tightly.
"It's my big brother!"
"Shi Baozhu, get up!"
Qin Shou, his face ashen, quickly took a step back.
The girl's clothes were disheveled, and when she pounced on him, the neckline of her tank top was squeezed crooked, almost causing her breasts to spill out.
His cheeks flushed, and he averted his gaze as if fleeing.
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