"Why?" Qu Xiaojue felt that Liu Zhenying was really a pig-head, so he tapped it again with his finger: "Why do you think it is? You said that I am your destined husband, why do you think it is?"

The words were spoken a little too fast, which made her confused for a moment, but she still responded obediently: "Oh, I didn't think of it at the time."

And she has no habit of letting others do things for her.

"Didn't expect that?"

Qu Xiaojue gently pinched her chin, his face was so gentle that he could not see any emotional fluctuations, and his eyes were dark: "Diao Donggua, you just suffered a scratch this time, but there is no guarantee that you will not have any accidents in the future.

You said that you can't calculate your own destiny, do you understand, eh?"

Liu Zhenying thought for a moment and shook his head: "But even if it were you, there would still be a possibility of injury."

Qu Xiaojue looked at her, approached her again, and put the tip of his nose close to hers. He pulled his lips and sneered indifferently, saying in a hoarse voice: "Liu Zhenying, I don't care about these."

Since he entered the Sharp Knife Camp at the age of sixteen, he has suffered countless injuries in various missions. His body is covered with scars, and he has even been on the verge of death several times.

He knew that feeling, familiar enough to ignore it.

But he couldn't bear to have any accidents happen to her.

In other words, he couldn't tolerate any accidents happening to her within his capabilities.

He is a man and can protect her.

The next second, Liu Zhenying's lips were kissed by Qu Xiaojue. He didn't go deep, but simply sucked twice.

Then, he held her chin and said with deep eyes, "Do you understand what I said?"

To be honest, Liu Zhenying didn't really understand why he was angry.

She pursed her lips...

His current mood should be called angry.

After all, in her understanding, no matter who does this, there is a chance of being injured, and there is strong uncertainty, so it doesn't matter who protects whom.

But out of her instinctive sixth sense, she still nodded obediently: "I understand."

"Do you understand what?"

He opened his lips and bit the tip of her ear.

With a bit of moist heat, her nerve endings could not help but tremble.

She resisted the urge to push the person away, and pursed her lips even more: "If there is any danger in the future, I will ask you for help."

"Yes, that's what I mean." Qu Xiaojue kissed her again and praised: "She's so good."

"kindness."

She nodded, moved her little head back, frowned slightly, and said a little aggrievedly: "So can you let me go? You are such a strange person, you always shock me."

First he stuck out his tongue to shock her, and now he bit her ear.

She doesn't taste good.

The soft voice, with a hint of anger unknowingly, coupled with the confusion in his words, made Qu Xiaojue's lips curl up involuntarily.

He didn't stop her from retreating. Instead, he reached out and rubbed her hair, and said, "Don't touch the wound with water for the next two days. Be careful to leave scars."

She likes to be beautiful, so she naturally nodded obediently when she heard this.

Just as Qu Xiaojue was about to send her back to the tent, Mr. Guan came over with his two favorite disciples and his leader.

As he got closer, he saw that Guan Lao's eyes were extremely complex.

"Yu Fei." His voice was slightly stiff: "We need you to explain your behavior of cutting Lian Qian's wrist."

Although they didn't say anything harsh, they were coming with force, and their eyes on Liu Zhenying were quite scrutinizing.
Chapter completed!