[Chapter 264 Chapter 264 Interstellar Thousands of People Dislike the Arrogant Young Lady (60)]
Yan Qing sat on Long Ze's legs and confronted him for a while. After the man had no choice but to compromise, he tore open the territory on his chest and tied his hands.
"Brother Long tied me up once, so it's only right for me to come back now." She puffed up her cheeks righteously, with a mixture of coquettishness and arrogance on her face, and a lively luster spreading in her fox eyes.
Suddenly she pushed the man down against the back of the sofa, lifted his bound hands above his head, and leaned over to press him nose to nose.
Long Ze's tightly furrowed brows never relaxed, the muscles on his cold and hard face were stretched a little stiff, and his cobalt blue eyes stared at Yan Qing's face which was so close to him.
He pursed his lips and said nothing. He felt guilty about what happened last time, so he endured it and did not reject the girl.
Even though her behavior had crossed the line for him at this moment.
Yan Qing had dimples on her cheeks, and with her face so close to the man's, her long eyelashes could almost brush against his face.
"Brother Long, are you looking at me like that because I'm pretty?" She smiled, with a hint of shyness and sweetness spreading across the blush on her face.
Her left hand was still holding the tie that was tied around the man's wrist, and her right hand was flat on his chest. "Brother Long, it seems like I can do whatever I want with him."
Long Ze's thin lips did not move, he just looked at her calmly.
The girl's bright smile was brighter than the swaying crabapple trees on the branches. Her bright red lips opened and closed, and the hot air she exhaled fanned his face.
Like a sudden gust of warm wind in winter.
"You--" His stern face looked even more serious, his brows relaxed slightly and then suddenly frowned again.
Yan Qing didn't give him a chance to speak. The hand that was pressed on his chest lightly tightened, causing wrinkles on the smooth lining of his military uniform.
"I thought Brother Long's heart would quicken for me, but it seems I was just being sentimental." She curled her lips in self-mockery, "But it doesn't matter."
The disappointment that flashed across her face just now seemed to be just an illusion. She turned her face away and leaned close to his ear, "There is a saying that goes, it doesn't matter how long it lasts, what matters is that you once had it."
While observing the changes in the man's expression and testing his tolerance limit, Yan Qing's words became more and more explicit.
"Brother Long's face is so attractive." She passed her right hand over Long Ze's chest and gently stroked his cheek, "Why not -"
"Let's do hate."
The blue in Long Ze's eyes seemed to be intensified, and the frivolous smile on the face of the person in front of him made him feel uncomfortable.
But he knew that was not a rejection of her.
"Have you had enough fun?" He did not untie the tie on his wrist, and his handsome face still showed no emotion.
His tone was always as cold as everyone else's.
Yan Qing's pupils constricted and her body trembled slightly as if a cold wind was scraping her bones. Her fleeting look of disappointment was once again replaced by frivolity.
"Of course not." She said this with a sweet smile, and her warm red lips brushed against the man's cold face.
Long Ze was like a trapped beast that was awakened, and the power that burst out of his body pushed her away violently.
Despite this, he still avoided the coffee table behind her when he threw her down.
The moment Yan Qing fell to the ground, she deliberately moved her arm and hit the back of her hand against the sharp corner of the coffee table. She could feel a force wrapping around the back of her hand.
The sharp pain did not come, but she deliberately pressed upwards when Long Ze withdrew his strength without leaving a trace, and her already delicate skin immediately turned a deep red.
It is extremely bright on the snow-white back of the hand.
Long Ze's eyes flickered: "You shouldn't be like this."
"Shouldn't be so frivolous or shouldn't be so reckless?" Yan Qing, who was sitting on the carpet, took over his words and said with some self-abandonment.
She lowered her head and stood up. "My temple is small and cannot accommodate Commander Long's huge Buddha. Please go."
She coldly drove him away, wiped her eyes, turned her back to the man and glanced at him aggrievedly.
Long Ze noticed her tearful eyes and the teeth marks left by her lower lip when she bit it tightly to endure the sadness.
"I--" He moved his lips and curled up the fingers hanging at his sides.
Yan Qing immediately stopped going upstairs.
Long Ze exhaled a breath of foul air: "I came here to ask about the situation of your deacon."
His tone was a little stiff.
Only he himself knew that beneath his calm expression, he was suppressing the unbalanced beating of his heart.
Although these accelerated heartbeats soon calmed down.
"He is already on his way back. If nothing goes wrong, Commander Long will be able to see him tomorrow."
She sniffed and took a long time to speak, "When you see him, you can interrogate him however you want. If you need my cooperation, Team Long can just come and catch him."
Long Ze heard the stubbornness and mockery in the voice. He looked at the girl's shoulders trembling slightly as she spoke, and her hurried steps up the stairs.
It’s like seeing a princess in distress, who is emotionally broken but has to pretend to be strong, carefully picking up a bit of her pride.
Long Ze did not stay in the house and left the apartment without saying a word.
In the past, when he had free time, he would return to the manor to stay for a few days. However, he had made a decision, but he changed his mind and returned to the federal command room.
He was always meticulous in his work, but when he went out he didn't notice the wrinkles on his clothes, or the tie that was accidentally caught on his cufflinks after being torn off.
Yan Qing returned to the room and stood at the windowsill, looking up at the man's back as he left, until his figure completely disappeared in the manor.
After playing the role of an affectionate admirer, she was able to control her emotions freely, withdrew her gaze indifferently, and rolled over on the bed leisurely.
She didn't expect to melt an iceberg easily.
But doing something to disturb a man's mind will always be useful.
She always believes that the key to success or failure lies in the details.
A stone falling into a lake may not even create much of a splash, but who can deny the existence of this stone in the lake?
Smiling, she rubbed the red mark on the back of her hand vigorously, trying to slow it down.
Strike while the iron is hot. Now is not the time for her to rest.
After crying for a while, she looked at her slightly red eyes in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.
At this time, Micah should be in the temple, right?
Yan Qing wandered around the academy aimlessly, then turned around and headed for the Evely Temple.
Maybe she came to the academy in the first place to make a name for herself, so that she could gather some faith to feed the divinity in her body, and absorb some of the mental power of those men to break the rules and restrictions.
But the moment I saw Micah, a certain guess quickly took root.
Until this conjecture is verified, other men are secondary.
"Miss Yan Qing." Seeing her slightly haggard face, Micah was stunned.
Yan Qing avoided his gaze and looked at the statue of Seraph that was enveloped by the sunlight coming through the skylight.
She raised her lips reluctantly: "Sorry to bother Mr. Micah again."
"I don't know how I ended up here." She lowered her head with a dejected look.
Mijia did not miss her red eyes from crying. A trace of pity appeared in his amber pupils. He led Yan Qing into the hall and said softly, "Perhaps it is the guidance of the gods. God will solve your problems."
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