On their wedding night, Jiang Xuanni had just finished killing someone, and the faint smell of blood still lingered on her fingertips.
The red hijab was lifted up, and Lu Wei, the rumored cold-blooded and cruel chief assistant of the secret police, looked at her quietly. He did not draw the knife, but gently wiped away the fake tears from the corners of her eyes, and his fingertips caressed her collar, where the poison-quenching silver needle was hidden, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Madam, did you go to the dark alley to admire the moon?" He chuckled, his tone so gentle and creepy, "It's not a pretty way to die there."
Jiang Xuedi smelled the cold, cold fragrance of "murderous intent" on his body, but under this cold fragrance, there was a trace of out-of-control "possessiveness" - it was the sweet peach blossom fragrance.
So she let go of the concealed weapon, cried more and more pitifully, and fell into his arms weakly and bonelessly: "Husband, I'm afraid."
Lu Wei knew clearly that she was acting and that it was poison that penetrated the intestines.
But he is too cold, even if it is a pretense of preference, he is still greedy.
"Even if she is pretending, I will let her pretend for the rest of her life."
Purpose: The ultimate goal is to gain your own absolute freedom