When dusk dyed the glass windows amber, Jiang Wanli drew her lip line for the third time. The tear mole on the end of the eye of the person in the mirror is as charming as blood, the snowy skin under the low-cut dress is glowing with cold light, and the pearl earrings sweep across the collarbone, like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
When I opened the door of the private club room, the smell of cedar mixed with tobacco hit my face. Lu Zhaoheng's military uniform was half faded, and the collar of his white shirt was slightly open. His Adam's apple rolled slightly as he glanced at her breasts: "Is this the way Miss Jiang's tutor dresses to meet her elders?"
"Master Lu, don't you love me the most if I don't follow the rules?" Her fingertips brushed against his epaulette, and her lower back was suddenly buckled against the wall. His warm breath burned his ears, and his voice was hoarse: "Xiaoli, you know our relationship."
The chandelier flickered on and off, and the memory of her past life was like a sharp knife piercing her heart - on that rainy night, she was covered in blood and curled up in his arms, watching the bullet penetrate his chest. In her next life, she leaned over and bit his lower lip: "Uncle, I don't want to know, who lured you into a trap?"
Lu Zhaoheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed her wrist and almost crushed it. The tip of Jiang Wanli's tongue swept over his knuckles, and she exhaled like a orchid: "Someone is using me as bait." Thunder exploded outside the window, and the heavy rain slapped the glass. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck: "I will protect you this time."
Intention: Double redemption