Excerpt from the content: With quick eyes and quick hands, he pressed my lips with his thumb, leaned into my ear and said, "You haven't told me yet, how can I beg you before you are willing to let Wang Qinian's wife and daughter go."
My lips were being grinded by his fingers, and I couldn't speak at all, so I could only stare at him.
But little did he know that what I thought was a fierce look turned into a rose with thorns in his eyes. The thorns hurt him, but he couldn't help but get closer.
During the confrontation, I heard another set of footsteps. I guessed that this time it was Fan Wujiu.
There was an expression of joy in my eyes, finally someone was able to save me from Fan Xian's clutches.
He couldn't help but become arrogant and sneered, "Master Xiao Fan, even if you beg me, I won't tell you because my ultimate goal is to kill you."
My self-consciously domineering words fell into Fan Xian's ears, but they became an uncontrollable heartbeat, even though this heartbeat had been pricked in thousands of holes.
I burst out laughing, with a hint of madness and joy.
Fan Xian may have found this scene very dazzling. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss my lips, running his fingers through my hair with an indescribable ambiguity.
My laughter stopped abruptly.
At this moment, I realized that the person in front of me might be a madman even crazier than me.
Intention: Fight to the end