"Hmm!" Fang Jiaojiao nodded emphatically, her dark face rough and fierce, her long, muscular arm outstretched, and she gave a thumbs up: "Young Master is right!"
Yu Qiao weighed the pros and cons. This was City A, not some backward and remote Reed Village. If they followed the original plan and dumped Zhuang Yaozu and Chen Baozhu's bodies into the sea...
“Baby.” Shen Zhao placed his hands on her shoulders, his long, dark eyelashes drooping, and patiently and gently explained his thoughts: “Compared to death, what is more painful is living a life worse than death. I guarantee that they will suffer a thousand times, ten thousand times more than death inside.”
"Trust me, okay?"
Yu Qiao slowly lifted her eyelids, clenched her fists and then relaxed them. After a long while, she took a deep breath and completely let go of the grudges and hatred in her heart.
Her lips twitched into a slight upturn, and her bright eyes gazed at Shen Zhao: "Okay."
Shen Zhao took Yu Qiao's hand and walked out. When they reached the door, he turned his head and his peach blossom eyes became even colder: "Fang Jiaojiao, don't kill her."
Fang Jiaojiao stretched her limbs, exaggeratedly showing off her rock-hard arm muscles again, and gave a thumbs-up while wiping her nose with a dashing air: "Young Master, you can rest assured about my work!"
"But!" Fang Jiaojiao craned her neck and roared, "Can you please stop calling me Fang Jiaojiao! Please call me by my code name, Lone Wolf!"
With a "bang".
Shen Zhao slammed the door shut, his lips twitched, and his peach blossom eyes flashed with a dark, heavy light. He held Yu Qiao's hand tightly and led her around the storeroom to the luxurious bedroom next door.
Their steps were hurried.
Yu Qiao pursed her lips, staring at Shen Zhao holding her hand, and lowered her eyelashes.
Click, the door opens.
With a "bang," the door was locked again from the inside.
Shen Zhao pressed Yu Qiao against the doorframe, his long arm around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder, and whispered, suppressing his emotions, "Baby..."
Yu Qiao's eyelashes trembled.
They were very close, and she could feel his warm breath on her sensitive neck. Yu Qiao lowered her head, leaned against him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Shen Zhao felt a lump in his throat, his eyes were dry, and he held her tightly, wishing he could press her into his body.
She was so thin, and her whole body was covered in scars.
The highest form of love is to feel heartache.
Shen Zhao held Yu Qiao's shoulders, looking at her eyebrows, nose, and lips with pity. Finally, his gaze quietly fell on the red mole on the bridge of her nose, as devout as a believer: "Baby, it's all in the past. The bad guys will definitely be punished."
He will never let these hateful villains get away with it!
Yu Qiao leaned against the door frame, tilting her head back. Her bright, dark eyes reflected his exceptionally handsome face. She hooked her pinky finger around his cold fingers: "Okay."
Gazing at that crimson hue, like a peony, Yu Qiao wrapped her arms around Shen Zhao's neck, raised her toes, and peered towards that crimson.
Shen Zhao lowered his head, bent down slightly, and leaned in. When he touched that warm touch, he trembled for a moment, then became even more proactive.
He pressed down on the back of Yu Qiao's head, pulled away from her, and breathed heavily, his palms burning as he rubbed the back of her head.
Finally, a kiss landed on the red mole on the bridge of her nose.
He asked, "Baby, is it okay?"
Shen Zhao was always a gentleman and gentle, and in this respect, he almost completely catered to Yu Qiao.
He will stop, and he will also coax.
In contrast, Yu Qiao seemed more like a reckless woman. She wasn't afraid of pain and reached out to grab Shen Zhao's collar, leaving her red lips on his white shirt.
"Your clothes are dirty," she said softly.
Shen Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, and a layer of hot sweat appeared on his forehead. He closed his eyes, took her hand, and helped her untie it: "It's alright."
With a snap.
The white shirt fell to the ground, piled up with her black windbreaker.
Shen Zhao picked her up with one hand, turned off the light, and his vision became blurry. He found a tabletop by the dim light.
He casually swept the things off the table and placed Yu Qiao on it.
Shen Zhao looked up at her.
This posture allows you to see the other person's expression clearly, leaving only the last layer of cloth.
Shen Zhao didn't untie her clothes, but gently stroked the large and small scars on her body.
"Hmm..." Yu Qiao leaned back, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed to speak.
Shen Zhao would always stroke her scars before, but never as gently as he did today, as softly as a feather.
It feels hot and itchy.
"Stop moping like that," Yu Qiao said in a very low voice, biting the soft flesh inside her lip. "It's ugly."
"Not ugly." Shen Zhao leaned down and pressed his lips to the wounds on her body.
There are so many, they're densely packed together.
The largest scar, about five centimeters long, is on the left side of his abdomen, and it remained there the longest.
Yu Qiao felt a chill run down her spine, and her voice tightened: "Stop!"
This is even more... than it made her...
Shen Zhao did not respond.
At this moment, he seemed to be more clingy and assertive than before, which made Yu Qiao feel somewhat overwhelmed.
There was nothing we could do.
Outside the cruise ship, the thin moonlight spilled onto the azure sea, and in the distance, several whales chased each other, splashing water.
After a long time, until the sky was filled with the glow of dawn and the blazing sun gradually rose, the commotion inside finally subsided.
On the large white bed, Shen Zhao forcefully took over, pulling Yu Qiao into his arms, his head nestled against her neck, breathing heavily.
His palm gently stroked her sunken waistline, his voice low and husky: "Baby, have you rested enough?"
Yu Qiao was soaked in hot sweat, her long black hair clung tightly to her skin, and her face was still glistening with beads of sweat.
Her lips were swollen and red, and her phoenix eyes were unusually glistening with tears. She shrank back, placed her hands on his chest, shook her head, and took a few deep breaths.
His voice was incredibly hoarse: "No more..."
Shen Zhao chuckled: "I'm not doing that, I'll help you clean up."
"Rest some more."
Yu Qiao was sore all over and couldn't even lift a finger.
Without washing, it was indeed difficult to fall asleep. She slowly raised her eyes and looked into Shen Zhao's deep peach blossom eyes, then slowly nodded: "I'll wash."
"Hmm." Shen Zhao's lips curved into a wider smile. He half-knelt down, his arms steady and strong, and lifted her up firmly in a princess carry.
I went into the bathroom.
"Open your mouth." He took out a toothbrush, squeezed on toothpaste, and brought her a glass of water to rinse her mouth. His movements were slow and gentle. Looking in the mirror, her face was still flushed, and her lips, as red as peonies, curved slightly.
Fill the bathtub with hot water and add a few drops of essential oil.
Shen Zhao gently placed Yu Qiao inside, stroking her dark hair and tucking it behind her ear.
Grayish-white steam rose.
Shen Zhao raised his hand and went to unbutton his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Yu Qiao shrank back in fear, her long, well-defined fingers gripping the white tiles, which shattered and turned bluish-white.
Shen Zhao acted swiftly.
The water in the bathtub overflowed.
A deep, magnetic voice rang out: "Let's shower together."
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The following evening.
Yu Qiao slowly woke up, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Zhao still fast asleep.
Staring at the ceiling, she blinked a little slowly.
He reached out and roughly pinched his cheek, feeling that all of this was unreal.
All of this is different from what I dreamed about.
The young master learned everything about her, and it wasn't like what happened in his dream.
Zhuang Yaozu and Chen Baozhu will also receive the punishment they deserve.
Things seemed to be moving in a positive direction.
Yu Qiao's rosy lips couldn't help but curl upwards as she tilted her head and stared intently at Shen Zhao.
His fingers gently traced Shen Zhao's eyebrows, nose, and finally his lips.
The young master's face is so handsome. She only glanced at him on the street and couldn't forget him.
I want to save it.
Now, the young master will always belong to her.
Yu Qiao's dark eyes gradually brightened, churning with boundless, morbid excitement, and her fingertips slowly gripped Shen Zhao's neck.
But it didn't hurt him.
I can't help but wonder, in a hazy way, what would it feel like to pinch someone while doing it...?
Can you try it next time?
Will he be angry?
Never mind, I'll just coax her when she's angry.
“Baby…” Shen Zhao’s vertical eyelashes trembled. Before he even opened his eyes, he raised his hand and pulled the person into his arms.
A soft, sleepy voice whispered in Yu Qiao's ear: "Sleep with me a little longer..."
The two bodies were pressed tightly together.
Yu Qiao felt it... and her cheeks flushed: "Why are you... aroused again?"
Shen Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly opened his eyes, kissed her forehead, and replied in a hoarse voice, "He did."
Yu Qiao felt her face burning, buried her head in his chest without saying a word, and squeezed his arm tightly.
"Sleep a little longer." Shen Zhao closed his eyes again.
I overdid it last night, and my delicate and weak Shen Zhao unleashed her potential, but the price was a sore back and aching waist after waking up.
Yu Qiao poked his cheek and asked curiously, "Aren't you rested enough?"
"I slept for nine hours."
Shen Zhao pressed the back of her head, his lips close to her earlobe, and replied in a slightly coquettish tone, "No."
"I'm so tired, baby."
"Oh." Yu Qiao blinked, a strange light flashing in her pupils.
Long, fair fingers stretched downwards.
Shen Zhao groaned, opened his eyes and looked at Yu Qiao on top of him. A pink blush appeared around his peach blossom eyes, and his eyes were glistening with tears.
She looked even more delicate, her Adam's apple bobbing slowly as she said, "Baby..."
Yu Qiao met his gaze, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she revealed a set of small, white teeth.
"It's my turn to bully you."
Last night, Shen Zhao almost forcefully made love to her many times.
Even when he made her cry, he just comforted her and continued.
Now, Yu Qiao's eyes crinkled with a smile; it was her turn to take revenge.
The room descended into chaos once again.
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Another night of absurdity.
The next morning.
Yu Qiao leaned against the railing, the salty sea breeze ruffling her black hair. She rested her face on her hands, squinting as she leisurely admired the sea.
"Miss Yu Qiao." Fang Jiaojiao handed a glass of red wine to Yu Qiao.
Yu Qiao took the paper, sipped it, turned her head, and asked with interest, "Fang Jiaojiao, what did you do to Zhuang Yaozu and Chen Baozhu?"
Speaking of this, Fang Jiaojiao sighed repeatedly, her dark face full of disappointment: "I thought these two people, who have done so many bad things, would have some skills."
"I only gave him two light taps, and the man was screaming like he was half dead. As for the woman? Needless to say, she just passed out."
"The young master wouldn't let me kill them, so I had no choice but to lock them in the dog cage to rest."
Yu Qiao brushed a stray hair from her forehead, her eyes brightening, and praised without reservation: "Fang Jiaojiao, you're amazing!"
"Miss Yu Qiao, could you please stop calling me Fang Jiaojiao?" Fang Jiaojiao was very upset. His mother had given him this name casually, saying that she had initially mistaken it for a girl's name, but it turned out to be a boy's name after it was registered.
So, this tall and strong man lived with this name for more than 20 years.
Fang Jiaojiao stared at Yu Qiao with a resentful look: "My code name is Lone Wolf!"
"Miss Yu Qiao, you can call me Lone Wolf."
Yu Qiao tilted her head and muttered the words "lone wolf." She felt that Fang Jiaojiao was a bit awkward and even a little childish.
However, with Fang Jiaojiao looking on expectantly, Yu Qiao nodded emphatically: "Okay, Lone Wolf!"
"Hey!" Fang Jiaojiao grinned, revealing a perfect smile with eight neat teeth.
"Baby……"
A clear, husky voice came from the other side.
Yu Qiao looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shen Zhao walking slowly towards her, his face cold and beautiful against the light, while Zhou Shen exuded a nonchalant and noble aura.
Upon seeing Shen Zhao, Fang Jiaojiao immediately lowered her head respectfully: "Young Master."
"Didn't I tell you to serve people?" Shen Zhao glanced at the large blue dragon tattoo on Fang Jiaojiao's left arm with some disdain, then looked at his silly grinning face, his eyes showing even more disdain.
Fang Jiaojiao scratched her head: "I punched them a few times, but they still haven't woken up. I was afraid of killing them, so I just put them back in the dog cage."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao looked at Fang Jiaojiao with slight satisfaction. He stretched out his long arm and put it on Yu Qiao's shoulder, glancing at him sideways: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Fang Jiaojiao was stunned: "Huh?"
Where to go?
Shen Zhao narrowed his eyes, a dangerous warning in them: "Fang Jiaojiao, instead of checking if those two things are dead, what are you standing here for? As an antenna?"
"No." Fang Jiaojiao pouted, feeling wronged. "I just saw that Miss Yu Qiao was bored by herself, so I came over to chat with her."
Shen Zhao chuckled: "Aren't you going to go check on those two things?"
Fang Jiaojiao snorted in dissatisfaction, turned her head away, grumbled, and walked upstairs in a huff.
Heartless, unreasonable, and utterly irrational!
If you think he's a third wheel, just say so! Ugh! You're such a cheapskate!
"Fang Jiaojiao is angry." Yu Qiao covered her lips and chuckled, watching Fang Jiaojiao leave in a huff. Halfway there, Fang Jiaojiao forgot to watch where she was going because of her anger and tripped. She scratched her head in a disheveled manner and almost rushed into the storeroom.
Shen Zhao leaned softly on Yu Qiao's shoulder, his fingers twirling through her dark hair, and smiled, "Never mind him."
"Baby, we're going home."
Yu Qiao lowered her eyelashes. Returning to City A, she would have to face her biological parents.
A vague unease crept into his heart, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow.
Over the years, Jiang Zhujun and Yuan Zhiling adopted a new daughter, Yuan Jiang. Although Yuan Jiang was not good, she was still a graduate of a prestigious university and had received systematic and professional education and etiquette training.
And she...
Disappointment welled up in Yu Qiao's eyes.
She only attended primary school in Luwei Village and didn't even have a diploma. All the knowledge she learned later was taught to her by Shen Zhao.
Will Jiang Zhujun and Yuan Zhiling accept her as she is?
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