Chapter 1222 - Devilish and Cold (2/2)

Her main objective was to look for the Queen’s uncle, to pay for her older sister’s sins. However, she fell for a man whom she knew nothing about.

Cen Xi followed the two figures upstairs secretly.

There was only one room on the top floor, which Nan Zhi had reserved for Qiao Yanze to stay in.

Qiao Yanze still couldn’t reinstate his ident.i.ty and couldn’t reveal his true appearance. It was already a very huge risk in him coming to attend Nan Zhi’s wedding.

He was good to Nan Zhi, and Nan Zhi was good to him as well. Now, the only warmth he had left only belonged to his closest kin.

…

Seeing that the door wasn’t closed shut, Cen Xi took the chance of Yi Fan helping Qiao Yanze into the room to sneak into the washroom quietly.

She only came out of the washroom when she heard the sound of Yi Fan leaving the room.

The lights weren’t turned on inside, so the only source of light came from the the bright moon. A tall figure was laying on the large bed.

He was sleeping on his side, so she could only see his back.

Cen Xi didn’t know why, but she remembered Mr Qiao Sen’s back very clearly. In the past month, she would recall the scene of him leaving on the horse.

[Mr Qiao Sen, will… we meet again?”

[No.]

Would they really not meet again?

But why did she feel that this man’s back looked so similar to Mr Qiao Sen’s?

Cen Xi bit her lips, unable to control her legs as she started to walk towards the bed.

She walked to the other side of the bed, wanting to use the moonlight to see what he looked like. She slowly leaned down, towards his face.

He had probably drank a lot, a strong alcohol scent exuding from his breaths. but it didn’t smell off-putting.

Since his face was buried in the blankets, she reached out to pull the blanket away softly.

His hair was exposed, then his forehead…

Just as she was about to see his eyes, a large hand caught her slender wrist. The strong grip seemed to want to crush her wrist bone into pieces.

Cen Xi gasped softly, “Mr Qiao Sen…”

Before she finished speaking, she was lifted onto the bed. The man who was completely drunk before seemed like a lion that had woken up suddenly. His large hand caught both her hands, making her half-kneel against the bed in a humiliating position.

It had to be him!

It was really Mr Qiao Sen.

Although she still could see his face properly, the low temperature of his hands and the dark aura the man was exuding made her feel that it was him.

“It’s me, Mr Qiao Sen. You saved my life in the desert before.”

The man looked down at the girl half-kneeling in front of him. Her voice was extremely soft, like a cooling breeze that blew into one’s heart. However, his eyes on her turned colder by the second.

“Do you want to be f*cked that badly?” He leaned down to her ear, his warm breath spraying into them as his tone was eerily dark and cold.

Cen Xi widened her eyes slightly, not daring to believe that he was saying such things to her. She looked back, wanting to look at him, but he bit down on her fair earlobe ruthlessly.

Pain came from Cen Xi’s earlobe and she could feel blood appearing.