Besides, he didn't want to leave Yan Xiaojing alone.

Oh my God, if she's dead......

Charunwang took a deep breath and suddenly frowned.

What the fuck does this smell like?

It was as if the space had suddenly shifted to the tropics, and he smelled the scent of the ocean.

He turned.

A suffocatingly beautiful woman stood outside the door, wearing a light long dress. The noble golden waves fell straight below the small waist, and the body was weak and noble. Her face was like a delicate and perfect work of art, and her pale blue eyes were like sparkling sea glass gems.

She was a little frightened and took a step back.

"Don't move." Thinking of the group of men in the hall downstairs, he gestured forward, trying to stop her, and said, "Don't go over there." ”

She looked around, as if trying to find someone for help.

"I won't hurt you." He said hurriedly.

"How do you want me to trust you?"

She, like the others, had a slight accent. Maybe they are Russians?

He spread his hands and showed that he was not carrying any weapons: "I'm a police officer." ”

Police, all right. In fact, he is no longer a policeman. However, he just wanted to reassure her.

She pulled up the hem of her skirt, as if ready to flee at any moment.

Damn, he shouldn't have used the word police. If she had been the mistress of one of the guys downstairs, she would have escaped immediately after knowing that Charunwang was a policeman.

"I'm not here on official business," he said, "I didn't bring a gun, and I didn't bring a police ~ badge." ”

She suddenly loosened the hem of her skirt and straightened her shoulders, as if to muster up the courage in her heart, and moved a small step forward lightly and gracefully. Chalunwang quickly shut his mouth firmly and shrunk himself so that he could look as short and less intimidating as possible.

"He doesn't usually let people like you stay here." She said.

Yes, it is conceivable that the police are unlikely to be in the house belonging to the criminal. "I'm waiting...... A friend. ”

She tilted her head and said nothing.

As she got closer, the pretty figure made Charunwang almost blind with excitement. Her features and face are like those of a model who has stepped out of a fashion magazine, and he imagines her twisting slender, delicate body walking on a flyover. The perfume that emanated from her body kept burrowing into his nose and deep into his brain. The wonderful breath brought tears to his eyes.

It's so unreal, he thought to himself. She is so pure and pure.

He felt that before he could say even a word to her, he should brush his teeth and shave his beard.

It's weird! Why is she staying here, mingling with this group of criminals?

A thought came to Charunwang that she might be of great use to the group. Beloved Lord, I don't know how many people are willing to spend a lot of money just to spend even an hour with the woman in front of them. Thinking of this, he felt a pang in his heart.

No wonder the décor of this house is so luxurious.

Yang Luxia cautiously looked at the ordinary person in front of him, and looked at his tall figure very carefully. She had heard many rumors about ordinary people, about how much they hated vixens, about how they hunted her people.

But this ordinary person endured discomfort and pain alone in order not to frighten her. He didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to breathe, he just stared at her.

She was a little timid, and not just because she wasn't used to being stared at so intently. And his hazel eyes sparkled on his well-defined face, drawing her figure into view.

He's attractive, this ordinary person, very handsome...... And there is some sadness.

"What's your name?" He spoke quickly.

She liked the deep, gruff voice, which was as raunchy as he was.

Walking to a place that was only one step away from him, Yang Luxia stopped.

"Luxia, my name is Yang Luxia."

"Charunwang." He patted his broad chest, "Uh, Wenchai. Charunwang, but everyone else calls me Charunwang. ”

His outstretched hand immediately retracted and rubbed it heavily on his trouser leg a few times before reaching out again.

She took a step back nervously, and touched him a little out of bounds.

He slowly lowered his hand, not surprised by her rejection, but still staring at her in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" She raised her hand to her chest, as if to hide the whiteness of her chest.

His neck and cheeks flushed all at once: "I'm sorry, you may be disgusted that other men stare at you like this." ”

Yang Luxia shook her head: "No man looks at me." ”

"It makes me very hard to believe."

It's true. They were all afraid of Xiao Lingyun's reaction.

God, what if everyone else knew that she was barely needed?

"Because ......" the ordinary person's voice gradually became softer, as thin as a mosquito fly, "God, you are too ...... Unparalleled...... The land is beautiful. ”

He cleared his throat and stopped talking, as if trying to retract what he had just said.

Yang Luxia tilted her head and continued to look at him. There was something unrecognizable in his words, and he was trembling in pain.

He scratched his thick black hair, "I guess I'd better shut up now, before I make you feel more uncomfortable." ”

But his gaze remained on her face.

What a pair of beautiful eyes, so warm, she thought. There was a lonely anticipation in his gaze at her, as if he couldn't have what he wanted.

She knows exactly how it feels.

The ordinary person laughed, and a sound erupted from the depths of his chest: "Or, I'll try not to see you?" It would probably be better that way. He put his hand in his trouser pocket and looked down at the floor: "Look, I'm not staring at you anymore, I'm not looking at you at all." Hey, this rug is nice, did you notice it before? ”

Yang Luxia laughed and took another step closer to him: "I think, I like the way you look at me." ”

Fluttering with those dark brown eyes, his gaze returned to her face.

"I'm just not used to it yet." She explained, and the white hand reached for her neck, and then lowered it again.

"Oh my God, you're too beautiful to be a real person." This ordinary person admired from the bottom of his heart, and his voice was extremely gentle.

"Why not?"

"You just don't look like a real person."

She smiled slightly: "Okay, I'm a real person. ”

He cleared his throat again, and the corners of his mouth slid to the side: "Mind proving it?" ”

"How do you prove it?"

"Can I touch your hair?"

Her first instinct was to back off, and then she thought, why retreat? She has disowned the relationship with that man, and if this ordinary person wants to touch her, why can't she?

In particular, she wanted him to do that.