"Why would Young Master Nan, who lives a perfectly good life, take a fancy to a small place like ours?"
It's impossible to say he had no reason.
Because he killed someone here, and because the Nan family is looking for him.
This person is like a mystery.
There are two versions of him hidden in this mystery.
How many identities do you have?
She narrowed her eyes and suddenly asked this question.
Nan Qiaosheng looked up at her, then remained silent.
“Okay.” Knowing that he wouldn’t tell her no matter how she asked, Rong Shang nodded and waited for her to turn around.
Nan Qiaosheng's deep gaze fell on her, and in that instant, the heat in his eyes gradually intensified.
But then she suddenly said, "Can angels and demons really share one body?"
In short.
Nan Qiaosheng's expression changed drastically.
As his expression changed, the atmosphere around him inexplicably cooled down.
Rongshang could hear the wind whistling outside.
The wind is picking up.
She turned around, only to be met with the man's icy gaze.
At this moment, a dark aura enveloped him, and he suddenly stepped forward, casting a black shadow on Rong Chang.
Rong Shang looked at him, and he slowly smiled.
The dazzling smile on his lips carried an inexplicable sinister undertone. "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, understand?"
They stopped, and the distance between them closed.
The other person exuded a chilling aura.
Rong Shang leaned forward slightly, just in time to smell a faint jasmine fragrance emanating from the man.
She smiled faintly.
What if I absolutely have to know?
Caught off guard, he found himself wrapped around her neck. "Nan Qiaosheng, what would you do if I wanted to know everything about you?"
She was smiling, and the smile on her lips was so bright and dazzling.
Nan Qiaosheng gazed intently at her. The next second, she tiptoed closer, her warm breath brushing against him. He heard her ask, "Will you kill me?"
"Aren't you pretty capable? You killed two people and no one suspected you, Nan Qiaosheng. Killing one more of me wouldn't make a difference, would it?"
I've never seen anyone like this before, knowing full well that the other person is the murderer yet still constantly provoking him.
But aside from that, what attracted him most was her fearless aura in the face of danger.
Just like now, she leaned against him, her smiling gaze calm and composed, her demeanor as if she were talking about nothing more than three meals a day.
Nan Qiaosheng suddenly laughed as she watched.
Even if I am as you say, aren't you afraid?
"A murderer." He deliberately made a very fierce expression in front of her.
Unexpectedly, the girl chuckled and reached out to touch his face.
"Is it fun?"
Nan Qiaosheng's eyes widened in surprise, realizing that her tone had been excessively intimate.
He glanced down at her hands wrapped around his neck, and with a sudden movement, he raised his hand to pull her hands away.
But she's like a leech; once she's on, you can't get rid of her.
"Nan Qiaosheng, you still haven't told me what your true identity is?"
"Nan Qiaosheng, 25 years old, the sole heir of the Nan family, has never been married."
He gave her a cold look and asked, "Is this enough?"
What other identity do you want?
He increased his strength, and Rong Shang's hands, which were wrapped around his neck, were immediately pulled off by him.
"Don't keep bringing up these baseless accusations without evidence."
He was too lazy to explain it over and over again.
Without even lifting an eyelid, Nan Qiaosheng stepped forward to leave.
But then a whooshing sound came...
His clothes were torn.
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