Unknowingly, Di Qianjue had long been lost in those clear and dark eyes, but he still didn't know it.
That's why she gets so angry when she sees Ling Xuewei being intimate with other men.
So Di Qianjue provoked Ling Xuewei again and again, just hoping that Ling Xuewei's eyes would stop on him for a moment.
Therefore, when she fell before, she could not help but protect Ling Xuewei.
It turned out that he had already lost control.
Ling Xuewei went from anger at the beginning, to panic later, and now to fear.
The strong and domineering aggression from the man on her body let her know that Di Qianjue was serious.
Di Qianjue really wanted her.
At this moment, all calm and composure disappeared, leaving only fear and powerlessness.
She is no match for Di Qianjue at all. She has no room for resistance in front of Di Qianjue!
Why?
Why?!
This man is like a demon, entangled endlessly and unable to escape.
Why does it have to be her?
Suddenly Di Qianjue, who was pressing on Ling Xuewei, stopped, and vaguely, Ling Xuewei heard a sigh in her ear.
Then Ling Xuewei's cheeks were brushed by a pair of dry and smooth hands, and unknowingly, tears streaked down her cheeks.
"Woman, stop crying."
Di Qianjue's voice was low and repressed. Looking at Ling Xuewei who was in a state of embarrassment and with despair in her eyes, his heart ached inexplicably.
"I won't do anything to you, don't cry."
His voice was gentler than ever before, as if he was afraid of frightening Ling Xuewei.
If An Yi and the others were here, their jaws would definitely drop. When has the Holy Lord ever been so gentle to a woman?
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ling Xuewei, who had a desperate look on her face, glared at Ling Xuewei fiercely, waved her hand and gave Ling Xuewei a slap in the face!
"Crack!"
It's extremely loud in the silent desert.
Ling Xuewei was so angry that she didn't care about the consequences of doing so.
"I'm going to kill you."
Thick murderous aura overflowed from Ling Xuewei's face, her dark pupils were burning with angry flames, she wanted to tear the man in front of her into pieces!
"Have you calmed down?"
Surprisingly, Di Qianjue showed no sign of anger and instead smiled.
"This is the second time, woman, you dare to slap me. You are the only one who can survive until now."
For some reason, Di Qianjue's tone was filled with inexplicable joy.
Ling Xuewei sneered as if she was crazy, "You are the only one who can be shameless enough to provoke me to slap you twice."
"Hahaha..." Di Qianjue actually smiled happily, his silver eyes were strange and charming. He suddenly stretched out his hand, but Ling Xuewei opened it with a snap, "What are you doing?"
Ling Xuewei looked at Di Qianjue's face with strong defensiveness, but she didn't expect that her legs were suddenly pulled back by Di Qianjue.
She clenched her fists tightly, her whole body was as tense as a bow, and there was still a lingering panic in her eyes.
She is afraid.
Really scared.
In this desert sand, her spiritual energy was sealed, her space was locked, and she had no power to resist this man. If Di Qianjue wanted to do something, she had no way to do it?
"Why?"
Ling Xuewei gritted her teeth, "Why does it have to be me?"
Di Qianjue was startled when Ling Xuewei asked.
Why does it have to be her?
Perhaps even he himself doesn't know the answer.
He only knew that the woman in front of him would make him anxious, confused, and even break his own boundaries again and again, making him lose control and become addicted.
If it must be said, it is destined.
"You are mine."
As if they were a declaration, Di Qianjue's words were shockingly powerful and possessive.
No matter how gentle this man looked, he was still domineering and powerful in his heart. But he was different from Ye Moyan. These words only made her feel panic and nausea.
"I'm not."
"You will be mine."
Those words that were inevitable and meaningful gave her a heavy sense of oppression.
Ling Xuewei stared at Di Qianjue coldly, "Di Qianjue, no matter before or now, it is impossible for me to become your person."
Di Qianjue's silver pupils were deep, and suddenly he curled up his lips and smiled, like thousands of pear blossoms in bloom. He gently stroked her temples, again and again, gently and dangerously, "If it's not mine, who else could it be? Ye Moyan?"
When he said the last three words, Di Qianjue gritted his teeth with a trace of murderous intent.
"You love him?"
When he said that word, his heart twitched inexplicably. He stared at her closely, and when she opened her mouth, he suddenly interrupted, "Whether you love him or not, it was just the past. From now on, I want you
There is only me in your eyes."
"ha."
Ling Xuewei laughed in anger. The man in front of him was so arrogant. How could he think that Ling Xuewei, who wanted to cut him into pieces, would give in so easily?
How could Di Qianjue not see Ling Xuewei's disdain, "You don't want to?"
"I don't want to."
Ling Xuewei's expression was cold and she didn't hesitate.
She really doesn't want to.
For some reason, Di Qianjue's heart welled up with unknown anger, and he tightened his grip on Ling Xuewei's hand, "You don't want to stay with me, but you want to stay with him?"
Both of them knew this about him.
"Yes. In my eyes, he is unique. You can't even compare to him."
Knowing that saying this would offend the man in front of her, Ling Xuewei said it anyway. Looking at the man's suddenly ugly face, she felt a sense of joy in her heart!
"Woman, you are challenging my patience."
Ling Xuewei sneered, her expression unyielding.
"What if he dies?"
Ling Xuewei's eyes narrowed, Di Qianjue was clearly smiling, but his eyes were sinister.
"By you?"
The disdain in Ling Xuewei's eyes completely excited Di Qianjue.
Di Qianjue suddenly grabbed Ling Xuewei's chin, his expression no longer as gentle as before, "Woman, that's fine. If before, he and I still had some leeway, then after today, he and I will have no choice but to fight to the death. Who will let us
If I fall in love with the same woman, if he doesn't die, how can I get you?"
Di Qianjue's threat did not make Ling Xuewei panic.
Ling Xuewei said coldly, "Even without me, you and him would have been fighting each other for a long time. Your ambition cannot tolerate him."
Di Qian was desperate for her, and for a moment, he suddenly smiled.
"Oh, she is indeed the woman I have fallen in love with. Yes, even without you, he will definitely die. As long as he disappears, you can only be mine."
The man in front of him, his silver eyes looked even more enchanting under the light and shadow.
As if he came from another country, evil and arrogant, locked by those silver eyes, as if he could no longer break free from his shackles.
Ling Xuewei regretted provoking him. Seeing Di Qianjue's eyes getting darker and darker, and looking at him like a wild beast that had escaped from its cage, her heart skipped a beat and the alarm bell rang wildly.
Ling Xuewei reacted very quickly this time. After suffering a loss once, she could no longer let Di Qianjue manipulate her stupidly.
Ling Xuewei turned her wrist, took a few silver needles from her waist, and stabbed Di Qianjue's ribs fiercely.
