Chapter 163 He is so dirty
Qianzhi was a little flustered. The man's chin was pinched by her fingertips and he had indeed become much thinner.
Looking closely, although his handsome face had been deliberately retouched, she could still see the dark circles under his eyes.
"So, if Qianqian wants me to live, she must always stay by my side and never leave."
Sylvie took her hand and exerted some force, dragging her from in front of Ian into his arms.
He nuzzled his nose against her cheek, his fingers tangled in her hair.
Then he coughed softly and his cheeks flushed unnaturally, as if he was really ill.
The little hand held in his palm indeed moved uneasily.
She stroked his face, forehead against forehead, as if trying to glue the poor peacock that was on the verge of breaking back together.
"Don't say such depressing things." She kissed Xiweier's cheek. "You will live a good life."
Those emerald eyes were filled with deep affection, and their watery look made his heart palpitate.
"My peacock is so beautiful and will live a long, long time." Every word she said was filled with sincere and lovely blessings.
Xiweier's heart trembled with her words.
The man knelt on both knees, stretched out his arms devoutly, and hugged her neck.
"Don't leave me." He kept murmuring Qianzhi's name like a madman.
"Don't go crazy in front of Qianqian." Ian frowned, but looking at Sylvie's look, he chose to let go of the hand that was holding Qianzhi's shoulder.
He was afraid that if he continued to be so stubborn, Sylvie's fluctuating mental strength would be on the verge of collapse. He was even more afraid that if he continued to secretly pull Sylvie like this, it would cause pain to the girl's delicate wrist.
Sylvie buried her head in Qianzhi's neck, and like a drug addict who hadn't smoked for a long time, she took a deep breath, taking her scent into her body.
A little dampness spread in the crook of her neck.
"Don't cry, Sylvie." Qianzhi was a little flustered. After all, this arrogant peacock always showed her his beautiful feathers with a confident look of "I am the most beautiful".
So when he lowered his eyelashes and shed tears, his haggard, fragile and brittle appearance made her feel a little distressed.
"I will never leave Xiweier, ever." The girl hugged him gently and promised seriously.
She looked serious, her almond-shaped eyes flickering with gentle light.
Xiweier looked at it greedily, his eyes deep.
He was so filthy and dirty. She looked at him so pure, but his brain was thinking about decadent things. Even his body couldn't help but feel hot after sensing her gaze.
Seeing Sylvie staring at him in a daze, Qianzhi released the vines, wrapped them around his neck, and sniffed his fluctuating emotions and the pheromones he released, whispering soothing words.
"Don't worry, I'll help Xiweier get rid of his negative emotions first." She glanced at the figure that was highlighted under Peacock's thin, close-fitting combat uniform. "I'll check Xiweier's physical condition after the medical officer arrives."
Peacock looked thinner than before and seemed to be ill.
Sylvie followed the direction Qianzhi was looking, looked at himself, and then looked at Ian's chest muscles, which were deliberately shown off in his tight white shirt.
"No," he explained hurriedly, moving nimbly, completely losing the weak and almost collapsed look he had just had.
He grabbed Qianzhi's hand, lifted up the thin combat uniform, and let her touch the exposed lean, hot, and well-defined chest and abdomen. "There's nothing wrong with my body. As long as Qianzhi touches it more, it will return to its original thickness."
He took her hand again and asked her to touch down.
"And here, especially now, it's so good, so good, it couldn't be better, just waiting for Qianqian to try it herself--"
The sudden change in mental power froze Sylvie's hands, and Ian put his arms around Qianzhi's shoulders with a gloomy face.
"I think your problem is not mental fluctuations, but your brain is really sick."
He glanced at Sylvie, whose belt had fallen below her mermaid line, and covered Qianzhi's eyes.
"Don't look, Qianqian, it's dirtying your eyes."
"How are you better than me?" Sylvie retorted.
The bright red marks on the side of the noble and stern man's neck and under the unbuttoned buttons showed what had happened between him and Qianqian last night.
He must have been reluctant to give in, and used his body to seduce the little Dodder.
With that cold, majestic and hypocritical face, she considered a lot as a girl, seducing with pheromones and tempting with her spiritual body, and only when the time was right did she reveal her body and feed Dodder thoroughly.
Maybe afterward, he would show a gentle and affectionate look, waiting for an opportunity to ask Qianqian's opinion, then cover her eyes, pounce on her and continue to do whatever he wants.
Maybe even the assignment of finding Qianqian's location was deliberately arranged by him.
The two men narrowed their similar blue eyes, their gazes meeting briefly in the air.
With a ding sound.
Their communicators made a faint sound.
"Is anyone else coming?" The strange smell of gunpowder dissipated with the sound of the communicator, and Qianzhi's attention was immediately drawn to the communicator.
"It's Vice Admiral Hawke," Ian said, turning on the screen. "His battleship was intercepted by the Federation in Area 9032, and they're trying to figure out how to break it."
"Wait." Xiweier frowned. "Where's Bo Lan? His coordinates should be the closest to you. Why hasn't he come here?"
"After I sent the message, he was the only one who didn't respond." Ian confirmed the message.
"Alan is here too?" Qianzhi felt a little uneasy subconsciously. She looked at Ian, "Which district is his warship heading to?"
"Area 7371." The girl's expression darkened when she heard this number.
When she and Rand were escaping from Rhodes's mansion, she seemed to hear Rand read out the coordinates of the mansion, which seemed to be very close to Area 7371.
She had a bad feeling.
"Although I would like to welcome you, a guest from the Empire, but before visiting someone's home, shouldn't I inform them?"
The man with gray eyes had a smile on his weathered face, but the fierce pressure on his body remained unchanged.
The S-level mental power was released without any concealment, causing the A-level guard behind Bo Lan to cough softly.
"A thief stole the owner's most precious treasure. When the owner came to the door, the thief blamed the owner for not sending a letter of arrival. Is this the double standard of so-called etiquette, Inspector Rhodes?"
Bo Lan smiled contemptuously, but the smile disappeared instantly when he saw what Rhodes was holding in his hand.
"Unfortunately, there is no thief here, only a person who once took in a little flower." Rhodes said slowly.
"Of course, Admiral, if you want to know where this little flower went, shouldn't you do something to show your sincerity in asking for clues?"
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