Chapter 110 My Soul Belongs to You
As Chizhi had expected, Ian used the pheromones in her blood to open the door.
When he found Qianzhi from the house, the girl was still showing a gentle expression, patting the broad back of the man who was hugging her.
So she couldn't see what expression Lu Chenzhou had on his face as he held her in his arms.
The red in his eyes was seductive and dangerous, filled with longing and desire for possession.
But all the bitter and acrid anger in his heart disappeared the moment Qianzhi's eyes fell on him.
The little girl's eyes were moist and warm. The moment she looked at him, a hazy and soft spring rain suddenly fell in his heart.
It extinguished all the resentment in his heart.
Especially the moment when she looked at him with a happy expression and reached out her hand to him.
"Ian, I knew you would come." The girl smiled sweetly, and a dimple appeared on her fair face.
The cold man's heart seemed to collapse.
He strode over, grasped the hand she extended, and with a stretch of his long arms, pressed her into his arms.
It was as if his wandering heart had finally settled into his chest.
"Qianqian, next time, don't act so rashly."
At least when she is in danger, he can be by her side instead of anyone else, and he will do better than others.
"I'm fine, Ian." Qianzhi said this sullenly into his chest, then raised her head and gave a reassuring smile, "Everyone protected me very well."
Ian's gentle expression froze for a moment when he saw the teeth marks on Qianzhi's red lower lip.
That damn poisonous flower pretended to be pitiful and deceived the little girl.
It should have been his—
The scabbard in Ian's hand vibrated a few times with his unstable mental power.
He quickly collected his emotions, lowered his head and tucked up the hair hanging from Qianzhi's forehead.
His little girl was too naive, which is why she was taken advantage of by these cunning men.
"Are you tired, Qianqian?" Ian's stern brows softened as he looked at Qianzhi. He feigned a relaxed smile, casually pushed aside Lu Chenzhou's arm, picked up the girl, and let her sit on his arm like a child. "Wait for the medic to come and check, and then we'll evacuate from here as soon as possible."
His movement to move forward was blocked by Lu Chenzhou next to him.
Lu Chenzhou's red eyes quickly regained their coolness under the intervention of the mental suppressant, but there was still a hint of stubborn dark light, staring at Qianzhi with paranoia.
"Get out of the way, Doctor Lu," Ian's voice turned cold. "She's frightened and needs to rest."
"Qianqian isn't as fragile as you think, Marshal," Lu Chenzhou said calmly, looking towards the ramshackle little house inside the golden gate. "And there's something she wants to know there."
He could feel that this entire basement seemed to be designed for young girls.
Qianzhi walked into the hut again. The remaining pieces of flesh and tissue, as well as the green tender shoots, seemed to sense her presence and began to crawl towards the direction of her outstretched hand.
She gently touched the branches and leaves, and the tiny sounds seemed to be transmitted to her ears through her fingers, while some incomplete pictures flooded into her mind.
The girl opened her eyes and let out a slight sigh.
Sure enough, her and Er's appearance was not accidental.
"What are you thinking about?" the man asked softly beside her.
After a detailed examination, Ian took her back to the Marshal's residence.
Since Qianzhi came to the mansion, the solemn and dull atmosphere at the beginning has gradually disappeared.
There are light-colored soft sofas in the corners of each floor, because she is like all plants, curled up in the corner and stared blankly when there is sunshine, and will shrink in the corner and grow mushrooms when there is no sunshine.
The green lawn outside, which was once dignified, perfunctory and boring, is now surrounded by a small wooden railing and planted with tall and short deciduous plants, as well as various sweet flowers.
The Marshal's office also began to be filled with light colors and traces of girlish life.
He had long been familiar with her existence and enjoyed it.
I even learned how to braid hair.
The man skillfully used an ivory comb to comb Qianzhi's hair and gathered her fluffy black hair into a bun.
Chizhi, who was sitting on his knees with her legs dangling, lowered her eyes.
"If." Ian heard the girl whisper, "If I leave in the future, will Ian miss me?"
She had never thought about the future before.
Before she really knew who she was, she just wanted to be a guide who just lay back and wait for death.
But now, she seems to be slowly learning about her future, and in the process of discovering all this, she has developed a new bond with her Sentinel.
The long fingers stroking her hair paused.
"Leave?" Ian's voice was a little hoarse.
He knew she loved delicious food, so did he lose the value of tempting her.
A feeling of bewilderment and extreme fear rose in Ian's heart, a feeling he had never felt even when his life was threatened.
He forced himself to control himself, lowered his head and nervously tangled his fingers in her hair.
"If Qianqian leaves, what will happen to the sunflowers in the small garden here that have played with Qianqian for a long time? What will happen to Qianqian's friends?" He whispered as if he was coaxing a disobedient child, or as if he was coaxing himself.
——And me, your sentinel, the one who loves you the most, what should I do?
——Qianqian, don’t you miss me?
The girl's eyelashes fluttered: "Everyone will be better off without me."
As long as she completes her mission and responsibilities.
"No?" She heard the man beside her repeat word by word.
Big hands tightened around her slender waist, and she was turned around to face him.
Those azure eyes shimmered with light, like fine blue gemstones, or like the turbulent and dangerous sea.
"I won't be better off, Qianqian." The man sighed and pressed his lips to hers.
Ian's lips were cold, and his kiss was light and slow, as if he was suppressing a huge and dangerous emotion under every movement.
"Even if I have to be food, I hope to stay with Qianqian." He murmured.
His little girl was a greedy little thing, and even if it had this little effect, he still wanted to seduce her and make her stay with him.
The man bit his tongue and mouth with his teeth so hard that they broke.
The abundant blood filled the air with the scent of mint.
He in turn pressed her down, sending a storm of the most delicious condensed pheromones over her.
He longed to be like before, when pheromones turned into invisible red ropes, binding the two of them tightly together.
Even if there is no love, she still only has him in her eyes.
"I, Ian!" The pheromones in her throat were rich and sweet, but they made her throat feel astringent.
She wanted to turn her head away, but the man pinched her chin and sent her a steady stream of pheromones.
"Qianqian, don't go," he pressed his hand against her upper jaw, begging hoarsely. He cut open the side of his neck with his fingers, spilling more blood. "Don't go. My blood, my flesh, my soul all belong to you."
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