Chapter Forty-Eight: He Wants Her Power?02:59) Four (5:39)
In the evening, the setting sun painted the entire ship with a soft glow.
Shu'er sat by the window, her quiet face casting a silhouette on the wall, as if she was contemplating something.
Footsteps behind her suddenly sounded, a thin shawl was already on her shoulder, the book wanted to turn back, Willow had taken advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around her shoulders from behind, and a kiss fell on the corner of her lips.
"It's a real disappointment for me to be so comfortable with a person." A low, slow voice sounded in her ears, "Does the wound still hurt?" β
Shu'er smiled and looked up, "Well, if you don't move much, you'll be fine." β
"It's only been a few days, and you've been injured three times right under my nose," Willow shook his head and smiled, "I thought you would have a lot of scars on your body. β
Shu'er suddenly remembered about changing her clothes, and she simply refused to imagine a man changing her clothes and helping her scrub her body.
Thankfully, she passed out and acted as if nothing had happened.
"Have you finished dinner?" Shu'er decisively chose to change the topic, and if she continued, she would only continue to be taken advantage of.
"So it happens that every time you get hurt, it hits me?" Willow ignored it, a smile in his eyes, as if it was a very important question.
Shu'er glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and turned his gaze, "Willow, I'm hungry." β
"Answer me this question, in exchange, I sue you Lu Xiaoshui's news."
Shu'er raised her eyes, and there was something else hidden in her calm eyes.
Willow smiled faintly, "Don't be so surprised, there's nothing on this cruise ship that I don't know, including your purpose." β
Shu'er was not surprised, but the smile similar to anger just now still disappeared, but instead regained Nan Shu'er's usual coolness, and her voice was flat, "I've been injured many times, either severe or light, but it's all fine." β
"Books." Willow squatted down, her blue eyes looked directly into the eyes of the book, she subconsciously wanted to look sideways, Willow had already raised her hand and pinched her chin, and her voice sounded extremely pleasant, "You're angry." β
Shu'er was not angry, still smiled lightly, "Why should I be angry? β
"You're thinking," the smile in his eyes deepened, "this man has been on guard against me from the beginning, everything he does is purposeful, Nan Shu'er, you must not like him." β
He was almost certain that she would immediately deny it, Nan Shu'er was extremely defensive, had the cultivation of a noble lady, and her own was extremely restrained and forbearing.
However, she just smiled lightly, "You said that as long as I answer your question, you will tell me the whereabouts of Miss Lu, I want to know, is she okay?" β
Willow's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Lucifer sent her to England." β
Shu'er frowned, his face was a little ugly, and his voice unconsciously lowered a few degrees, "Why?" β
Willow was nonchalant, "Naturally, it's to borrow her to find out who is behind it." β
Shu'er was silent for a few minutes before he said slowly, "Mr. Wink, Lucifer is the second in command of the mafia," he said, pausing for a moment, and smiling wryly, "You know what I'm talking about." β
Of course he knew, and a few gorgeous shades were instantly rendered between his eyebrows, "Didn't you always suspect that my identity wasn't as clean as it seemed?" β
Complicated enough to compete with the mafia? This is the largest underworld organization in Europe, and she knows that all too well.
Shu'er finally looked him in the eye, and his voice was very low, with a hint of shallow hoarseness, "Sue me, what do you want from me." β
Willow's fingers gradually caressed her face, and the corners of her lips were a low-pitched smile, "It used to be the value of Miss Duchess and the identity of Lan Wu, and now, it's you." Between the flaps of her lips were painted, and the gentle voice carried an oath-like determination, "I want you, so, be my woman." β
He wasn't discussing or joking, the book was almost certain that he was informing her.
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