Chapter 151: I can only say "yes"
late at night.
The huge star sedan with beautiful lines lies like a giant beast in the gap between the sparsely populated buildings.
There were mixed breaths inside, all completely wrapped in the star sedan.
The girl pressed her delicate palms against the window, trying to lean out through the window, but her slender waist was gripped by the man behind her and dragged inside.
Her shoulder blades were very thin and thin. When she tilted her head slightly, the bones protruded from under the soft skin, like a piece of fragile bone left after a butterfly's wings were peeled off, with a ravaged beauty.
Especially when large red marks appeared on her fair back.
"Qianqian," the man behind her breathed.
The hairpin on Ming's bun on the back of her head had long since fallen to somewhere unknown in the chaotic movements. Her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders and chest, like a charming monster that feeds on human essence.
Ming's long fingers sank into her delicate white flesh, leaving red marks.
"You were still sipping my flavor just now, why are you saying no now?"
He lifted her up and then dropped her down hard.
"You can't say no now, baby. All you can say now is 'yes'."
Outside the bar.
Adam's dashing appearance had long since disappeared. He covered his throat, scratched his eyes, and knelt on the ground howling.
The man with purple eyes was a master of mental poison and illusion, making him think that he was being cut into pieces on the spot, and even his eyeballs were dug out and smashed on the ground.
It wasn't until he stumbled out of the bar like a madman that he realized everything was just an illusion.
"Damn it!" Adam spat out the dirty blood in his mouth and cursed softly.
He was originally a low-class person who had fled from the Federation. He just happened to live in Area 7378 and was found by Federation spies, who tempted him with huge amounts of star coins.
All he had to do was approach the girl in the bar, tell her the name of District 7378, throw dirty water on Commander Claude, praise Inspector General Rhodes's ability to stabilize the political situation, and finally use that flower as an excuse to arouse her interest in District 7377.
He was only halfway through when he was interrupted by that unlucky man and almost blinded himself.
"You failed." Two ghostly figures suddenly appeared behind Adam.
The tone of their voices was vague and low, as if they were using electronic virtual sound and the timbre was indistinguishable.
"It wasn't a complete failure!" Adam explained to them nervously, "Although the girl was very alert, she obviously listened to what I said!"
"Hehe." The black shadow let out a few strange laughs.
"Yes, that's right, not a complete failure." It repeated in Adam's tone.
Then he pulled the star coin out of his pocket and threw it at Adam's feet.
"The rest is all yours."
Adam showed a flattering and greedy expression, and his eyes briefly left the man in black in front of him and looked at the purse on the ground.
Right at this moment.
He heard the shadow's cold voice.
"But you've made her impression of the Inspector General even worse. Besides, our goal wasn't to lure her to Section 7377."
"Congratulations, you have completed your life's mission."
What in this life?
Adam frowned at what it said.
The next moment, his neck felt cold, as if it was instantly cut by something thin.
Warm blood spurted out of his throat.
Adam fell down.
The black shadow stepped in Adam's pool of blood, staring ahead thoughtfully.
"Next, it's time to make the next plan."
At dawn, Siming Mansion in District 9 welcomed guests.
There was still lingering dew on Ian's military uniform. His black hair was wet with sweat and dew, dripping down his cheeks and landing on his dark military coat, leaving a small dark patch.
I didn't expect that the girl would lie sometimes.
After Qianzhi returned to District 9, she still lived in the black tower where she used to stay.
Like a pervert, he lingered in front of her door under the pretext of the marshal's inspection.
Surprisingly, I didn't smell her scent from inside the door, nor did I hear her breathing.
He then realized that she did not go to bed early as she had told the Black Tower guards, but had quietly slipped away somewhere unknown.
Ian searched for her all night, and finally his subordinates reported that she had been taken to Si Ming's mansion.
"Master Marshal, have you condescended to come to my house just to call me to task?"
Ming, who was sitting opposite Ian, had bloodshot eyes and a slight dark spot under his eyes, just like Ian, but the difference was that Ming had an expression of obvious satisfaction on his face.
There was also the bathrobe hanging loosely on his body, revealing large areas of skin with scratches and kiss marks, not hiding Ian's increasingly deep gaze at all.
"Why did you take Qianqian to that bar last night?"
The man opposite clearly had a murderous look in his eyes, but his tone was still steady, like someone questioning someone in prison.
However, the veins on the back of his slightly bent hand were bulging, and he twisted the paper with the picture of Ming and Qianzhi hard, causing ugly wrinkles on it.
"Wherever Qianqian wants to go, I'll take her there. Unlike some people who trap her in a small space, claiming it's for her own good, but in reality, they hide their hidden desires outside, greedily sniffing and licking at her scent."
Ian frowned as if a sore spot had been touched.
"Now is a critical time. District 9 is not safe and is full of Federation spies." His fingers completely crumpled the paper into a ball.
"Don't forget, I'm also Qianqian's partner. I have the same rights as you to touch her and pray for her mercy. However, I will put her safety and body first, not desire."
The man with purple eyes just smiled lightly after hearing what Ian said.
He leaned back, and his yukata slipped slightly with his movement, revealing half of his bare shoulders and more fine scratches on his shoulders.
"Really?" Ming asked with narrowed eyes. "Wouldn't Marshal Gwen be lingering at Qianqian's door on the fourteenth floor of the Black Tower, trying to make noises at night, waiting for Qianqian to open the door out of curiosity and stick her head out, then staring at her with gentle eyes and begging her to take you in for a night?"
Maybe he would even show his leopard ears and tail, and call Qianqian's name in a pitiful and soft voice.
While restraining her waist with his tail, he held her with one hand, bit her mouth, and pulled her onto the bed.
He knew this kind of abstinent yet showy man very well.
The ball of paper Ian was holding was frozen into an ice ball by Ming's mental power before Ming finished speaking.
He had indeed had such an intention, but he didn't expect Ming to see through it.
The ice ball was twisted by long fingers and turned into countless ice crystals and disappeared between Ian's palms.
Ian stood up and took a deep breath before speaking again.
"That bar has been completely sealed off. Also, Qianqian drinks Hibiscus Dew every morning. I hope Lord Siming doesn't forget to feed it to her."
The corner of Ming's mouth curled up for a moment, then lifted up again.
"Of course, I will feed her slowly and patiently."
At this time, he did not forget to declare his privileges as a marshal and how well he knew Qianqian's preferences.
This is to remind Ming that he still understands Qianqian better than Ming.
The bones of Ming's fingers, which were pinching the cup, turned bluish-white due to the force.
But when he came to the girl's bed, the jealous expression on his face completely disappeared, leaving only tenderness and affection.
Qianzhi opened her eyes hazily, and a warm and sweet liquid was pressed against her lips.
I could hear the man's hot and wet breathing.
"No matter how delicious the Hibiscus Dew is, it is not as effective as pheromones," he covered her with ease, untied the thin strap on the girl's smooth back, and hid his jealousy in his words.
"How about something else to drink?"
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