He looked nervously at this beautiful and cold face, his black eyelashes fluttering slightly, his whole face was red, and his eyes were confused and confused.

Breathing intertwined, it seems that if you get closer, you can kiss each other's lips.

He approached eagerly, and that beautiful face gradually enlarged in front of Shen Yue.

Just when the two were about to kiss each other, someone grabbed the boy's hair from behind.

There was a slight movement, followed by a thud, and the young man was thrown to the ground.

The ambiguous atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

Shen Yue raised her eyes slightly and looked at Cheng Qiangong with a cold face.

Her skin is a flawless cold white, with some pale morbidity. It is not a normal white, but an extreme white.

Perhaps because the charcoal fire was too intense, or perhaps because of other factors, the sickly cold white flesh turned a layer of rouge-like red.

The skirt of his clothes was also torn to pieces, revealing his clearly bony and delicate collarbone.

A very wild look.

Is it that if he were a little later,

It's about kissing, or maybe even a little more extreme.

The young man was suddenly pulled away, and the force was very strong. Without any precautions, he was almost thrown out, and his back hit the sharp corner of the table. The pain was so painful that he felt dizzy.

He endured the pain in his body and got up, glaring at Cheng Qiangong fiercely.

"You are so brave, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of His Highness!"

Cheng Qiangong looked at the young man with a very cold look, and the bones of his clenched fingers began to turn white. He said in a gentle tone: "Get out."

It seemed that he was still acting like Mr. Qian Qian, as if the person who just violently threw the person to the ground and almost broke his bones was not him at all.

The young man was not afraid at all. At this time, he seemed to have endless courage, "You are the one who should get out."

Cheng Qiangong didn't waste any time talking to him. Instead, he looked at Shen Yue, who had always been too quiet, and shouted in a low voice.

"Your Highness..."

Shen Yue blinked extremely slowly, her dark eyes trembling slightly, and then looked at Cheng Qiangong.

His tone was cold, "What are you doing here?"

Then he glanced at the young man standing in a strange posture. Her clothes were messy, revealing some of her white and delicate skin. The light slid down along the messy clothes and disappeared deep into the depths.

Those eyes looked at Cheng Qiangong, but did not reflect his appearance.

He said softly and slowly: "Why did you hit him?"

This sentence seemed to be a question, and it seemed to be to stand up for the young man.

The veins on the back of Cheng Qiangong's hands bulged, and they clenched into fists and made a creaking sound.

The tip of his teeth bit his tongue, causing a stinging pain and blood overflowing. The faint smell of blood also calmed his brain.

He clenched his fists and stayed there for a while, then turned his head and returned to his normal appearance, and then came to Shen Yue.

He bent down and placed his hot and sticky palms on Shen Yue's face.

The overly intimate behavior made Shen Yue tilt her head. This was the first time she avoided Cheng Qiangong's touch. In the past, she would cling to him like a clingy kitten.

Now he turned his face sideways as if disgusted, and his delicate brows furrowed even more tightly.

"I can't touch it anymore?" Cheng Qiangong inserted his hand into Shen Yue's hair, and then stroked it back, revealing Shen Yue's dark, cold eyes.

Those eyes glanced at him sideways, igniting him like a flame.

The sarcastic voice seemed to be joking, "I can't touch it, but others can touch it, right?"

He gritted his teeth as he spoke every word, and slowly retracted his fingers, pulling Shen Yue's scalp painfully.

The calm and restrained surface collapsed, and suppressed and exposed greed emerged uncontrollably in his eyes.

This extremely aggressive look is impossible to ignore.

Shen Yue looked at that face, a very familiar face that he had described silently in his mind countless times, but now it seemed very strange.

Xi'er's words have been echoing in her ears forever.

Whether it was true or false, Shen Yue had already made up his mind.

I should have known this a long time ago, but it was still very uncomfortable when someone cut it open with a knife and revealed the bloody truth.

Shen Yue looked at the man's familiar features and felt a little confused for a moment.

Cheng Qiangong's expression looked extremely gloomy under the dim light. His lips curved, and the breath coming out of his lips was ambiguous, "Didn't you say you are the person you like the most? Didn't you say those were just for show? He was about to kiss you just now. , why don’t you push it away? Is it because you can’t bear it?”

Shen Yue was stunned, her mind was in confusion, and her heart was tingling for a while. It took her a long time to understand this sentence.

Then her face changed drastically, her stomach was turbulent, and there seemed to be a sticky/greasy feeling on her face. Everything made her extremely suffocated.

Her face became very pale, her eyelashes trembled violently, and she said with difficulty, "No..."

The voice was so soft that Cheng Qiangong didn't hear it clearly. He leaned closer, the tip of his nose was almost touching the tip of his nose, and he breathed heavily, "You said..."

Shen Yue's face became paler and paler, almost his whole body began to tremble, and he couldn't help the nauseating feeling.

Then the next second, Shen Yue pushed him away, walked a few steps, and vomited in the dark.

Xi'er was shocked and quickly walked over nervously to support Shen Yue, patting her back soothingly.

Shen Yue wanted to push him away, but her legs were so weak that she had no strength at all and could not even stand firmly, let alone push the young man away.

Only Cheng Qiangong, who was still standing there, looked gloomy and unclear.

After she vomited and couldn't vomit anything, she suppressed the nauseating feeling, but it wasn't enough. Shen Yue didn't want to stay in this study at all now.

She didn't want to see these two people.

There was also a sticky feeling on her face, which made her face even paler. She even began to nervously rub the person on her face with the back of her hand, as if to wipe away the feeling.

It was Cheng Qiangong who stopped her self-destructive behavior.

Someone grabbed her wrist, Shen Yue raised her head, and there was an undisguised evil aura between her brows.

Cheng Qiangong's tone was gentle and soothing, "If you rub it again, the skin will break."

Only then did Shen Yue stop.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her snow-white face was red and hot due to the high temperature of the charcoal fire, but her eyes were exceptionally cold.

Cheng Qiangong took out a handkerchief and wiped the water from her face carefully and gently.

But the next second.

There was a crisp sound of "pop--".

Cheng Qiangong's head was tilted from the blow, and a red mark appeared on the left side of his fair face. His hand still maintained the posture of wiping Shen Yue's face.
Chapter completed!