C7 (1/2)

Liu Qingyan was stunned for a moment before he sneered. He leaned over, lifted up her hair, lowered his head and kissed her ear. He then asked frivolously, ”Dearest, what does that have to do with me?”

He didn't care what kind of life she wanted, what she wanted to marry.

He was just interested in her again, so before he got tired of her, he wouldn't let other men get their hands on her.

Su Wen was startled, he then used his hand to prop himself up from the bathtub, without even looking at Liu Qingyan, he walked straight to the bathroom.

In the mirror, there was a touch of coldness on her face. Although she was normally covered up by her bangs and her expression, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her facial features were distinct. She was still a peerless beauty.

Just looking at that face was enough to make one's blood boil with anger.

Liu Qingyan came over from the back and wrapped his arms around her. The desire that had not disappeared was still there as he leaned against her buttocks, stroking, drifting and slowly moving to the spot that he had just left.

This posture was not bad either, it was a good spot that Su Wen chose.

However, just as he was about to enter, Su Mo, who had been cooperating with him all along, suddenly turned around. Liu Qingyan's actions were gone, and he wanted to curse out loud.

The next moment, a cold sharp blade pressed against his neck artery.

It was a blade.

In the bathroom, the temporary blade prepared for the guests by the hotel, Su Ming had no idea when Su Ming had received the letter.