Chapter 1219 - Never Meeting Again (2/2)

Da Long caressed her neck, collarbones and his breathing slowly quickened. “Beauty, I will let you have a taste of extreme pleasure.” As he said so, he pulled Cen Xi’s legs apart.

The woman under him seemed to have resigned to her fate and stopped struggling. Her hands even slowly wrapped around his neck.

Da Long immediately felt pleased, cursing, “What a sl*t!”

He unzipped his pants, before he moved to tug Cen Xi’s pants away. Just as he was about to do his next action, he suddenly froze.

He widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the woman under him. Warm liquid slowly dripped from his neck.

“Y-You…”

Before he could finish, he fell onto his side.

There was a steak knife stabbed into his neck.

Cen Xi flushed pale, stumbling towards the door.

Suddenly, she suddenly b.u.mped into a firm and muscular chest. She was so scared her soul flew away immediately.

Staring at how much she trembled, Qiao Yanze grabbed her arm. “It’s me.”

Cen Xi looked up with fluttering lashes, pointing at Da Long, who was still on the bed. “H-He only fainted. I didn’t stab him to death. I let him live…”

Qiao Yanze glanced towards the bed, before he pulled Cen Xi out and brought her to a deserted place. He instructed coldly, “Wait for me here and don’t go anywhere.”

After waiting a few minutes, Cen Xi saw the room she was in, burst into fire.

…

A clatter of a horse’s hoofs rang and Cen Xi was pulled onto a horse by Qiao Yanze. This time, he didn’t let her sit behind him, letting her sit in front of him instead.

After the horse ran for a while, Cen Xi couldn’t help but turn to look at the man behind her.

Because the horse was still running on the uneven ground, her back b.u.mped into his chest occasionally. The cooling night breeze blew at them, and she could smell the faint scent of wine and cigarettes on him.

It smelled extremely masculine.

Cen Xi didn’t know why, but her heart started to thump crazily.

“Why are you looking at me?” Seeing her turn around from time to time, he furrowed his eyebrows and spoke coldly.

“You started the fire?”

“If Da Long doesn’t die, you will have to die.” He looked down at her, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng coldly and darkly. “Will you tell anyone about this?”

His eyes told her that there was only one consequence if she did, and that was death.

Cen Xi wasn’t a fool. She naturally wouldn’t tell anyone about this. She raised her hand. “I swear that I won’t breathe a word about this to a single soul.”

The moment they left the mountain, Qiao Yanze placed Cen Xi onto a small and narrow path, speaking aloofly, “Someone will come to fetch you here in an hour. You can follow them to leave this place and return to your country.”

With that said, Qiao Yanze narrowed his cold eyes. “Remember what I said. if you dare say a word about this to anyone outside, there will only be death awaiting you.”

Cen Xi couldn’t help but s.h.i.+ver as a chill ran up her spine.

She swallowed dryly. “Please be a.s.sured, Mr Qiao Sen. I won’t say anything about this when I return.”

Qiao Yanze stared at her, before he turned around and got on the horse. Seeing that he was about to leave, Cen Xi felt slightly panicked and helpless. She chased two steps after him. “Mr Qiao Sen, will… we meet again?”

“No.”

He didn’t look at her again, merely throwing a small bag at her before he left quickly.

Cen Xi opened the bag to see a bottle of water and a packet of dry biscuits.