Ji Li snorted lightly, looked at the man who stepped forward, and the other uncontrolled hand grabbed a handful of his abdominal muscles, and after eating the tender tofu, he laughed very loudly: "Mingren doesn't say secret words, what does my brother care?" ”

Qiu Sikong didn't speak, his eyes became deeper and deeper, as if he was looking at her, and as if he saw someone else through her.

Seeing that he was silent, Ji Li moved more in his hands, lifted his shirt from his lower abdomen, turned one hand from his waist to his back, and touched his lower abdomen from his back: "My brother has a lot of wounds." ”

She was stating, obviously in a calm tone, but Qiu Sikong was in a violent wind, and the torrential rain washed away, like the wind and waves on the sea setting off pieces of broken jade, overturning and shattering the small boats and cruise ships on it, stirring them into the bottom of the sea.

Ji Li didn't notice his wrong eyes, the rounded nails would make a subtle and ambiguous strange sound when they gently scratched his abdominal muscles, and the nails painted with dark blue cat's eyes were like real cat's eyes in the night, weird and evil, falling on Qiu Sikong's honey-colored skin, which was obviously out of place, but it added a bit of wildness and sexiness.

Qiu Sikong does have many wounds on his body.

As Ji Li said, he didn't start as a serious business, he opened up his business in the early years, because of his radical methods, he made a lot of enemies, and left a wound in the fight, until later, he changed the channel and slowly went to normal, which was not as dangerous as before.

But even so, the wounds that already exist are still hideous.

He is not a model, and he doesn't care about his wounds, so he naturally won't do any scar removal surgery, but when Ji Li said this at this time, he couldn't help but dumb his voice: "Is it ugly." ”

Ji Li shook her head, she also has wounds, and the injuries on the body of the deity don't know how much more scars than Qiu Sikong.

She remembered the worst time, when her whole body became a bloody person, and Meng Po begged for medicine, and smeared her wounds while weeping.

When was that?

She didn't remember it very well.

She only remembered that the sadness and pain on Meng Po's face at that time were so real that the movements of her hands couldn't help but tremble, but she couldn't remember what year it happened and what happened.

Qiu Sikong shook her, as if he was not very happy that her mind wandered, and slowly asked again: "Are you afraid?" ”

Ji Li shook her head again, her long black hair snaking on the white pillow, and her eyes overflowed with cold charm: "What is there to be afraid of." ”

I really underestimated her.

Qiu Sikong lowered his eyes, only to see her chuckling and asking, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Qiu Sikong didn't seem to feel how abnormal his actions were at this time, and his deep eyes finally gained a little popularity, "As long as you don't insert a knife in it, it won't hurt." ”

Ji Li tilted his head, as if digesting his words, and then slowly made a guarantee: "How can I be willing to hurt my brother, brother...... Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. ”

In the next second, Qiu Sikong's cold lips fell on her forehead: "Good girl......"

Ji Li felt that his voice seemed to be quite gentle, with a kind of gentleness like a spring breeze, which was a little different from his usual cold and hard image.

She pulled out a smile, the corners of her eyes seemed to melt the snow, the flowing water murmured into the stream, and the vitality at her fingertips made Qiu Sikong, who raised his head, stunned again, and the hand that was clasped on her pulse was a little hot.

(End of chapter)