Nowadays, urban 1v1he femme fatale rich lady × paranoid possessive mad dog bodyguard
Murong has been an illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family for seventeen years.
No one informed her of her father's death, and her mother left her with an unknown brother before her death.
The first time I saw him at the funeral, the young man stood outside the mourning hall waiting for her with gloomy eyebrows.
When he looked at her, his voice softened.
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you from now on."
After seventeen years of missing love, someone finally gave it to me.
She threw herself into his arms and never thought of leaving.
Qi Hua knew that he was not her brother.
It was just to repay her kindness and pity her, so he stayed with her as a bodyguard.
Outside, she talked and laughed, exchanging glasses of wine with countless people.
Only he knew that she had serious psychological problems.
The first time he bumped into her, she was waking up from a nightmare and scratched her palm open with a piece of broken porcelain.
He rushed forward and grabbed it.
"Brother."
Her voice trembled, and she suddenly shrank into his arms.
Qi Hua only felt that his heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat.
From then on, he stayed by the bed every night, holding her and coaxing her.
Watching her calm down in his arms.
But he became increasingly dissatisfied.
Why can it only be my brother?
Why did she smile at others but come to him to feel safe?
He turned around suddenly and pressed her against the wall, his eyes sinister and hot: "I didn't do all this for my sister."
She looked up at him, her eyes still pitiful and innocent: "Brother, but I only believe in you."
Until that clearing operation, Murong fell into the enemy camp.
The black cloth covering his eyes was lifted open by a very familiar hand.
He was wiping the blood on his hands nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.
"The eldest daughter of the Mu family is dead, please stay with me."
And she clearly saw what flashed through his eyes - fear.
He was paranoid about possessing her for the rest of his life, but he was afraid that she wouldn't even call him "Brother" after seeing clearly.
She leaned close to his ear, her voice as soft as a sigh.
"Are you afraid I'll run away?"
His body stiffened.
She curled her lips and raised her hand to touch his head, just like he once did to her.
"Be good and don't run away."
After all, the person who has been raising it for so many years finally got it.
Intention: Love can withstand everything
