An Qin's eyes were locked on the big hand that grabbed her like pincers: it couldn't hold her forever, and she wouldn't allow it.

"I'm not a kid anymore." She lightly opened Sakura's lips, and her arm was slightly pulled back, but what did she think about it provoked him to increase his strength.

Pain!

The power penetrated her delicate flesh and pressed straight into her nerves.

Since then, he has been so domineering that he will not allow her to disobey in the slightest.

"Hearing Xue Yan say that you are uncomfortable, I am really worried about you. How are you doing now? An Chen had never been so restless, and when he spoke, he even stretched out his other hand to touch her forehead.

"I'm fine." An Qin turned her head away in disgust, which also caused her long hair to fall behind her shoulders, revealing her beautiful swan neck and half-scented shoulders.

The dark red kiss marks pierced An Chen's eyes, and he was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

"You've let other men touch you."

A scream of extreme pain rushed out of his throat, and then, his falling hand grabbed An Qin's neck, along with the kiss marks, eager to destroy it completely.

An Qin was like a small animal bitten by a wild beast on the neck, standing there motionless.

She glanced at the angry man, tears glinting in her eyes, but the corners of her lips were stubbornly lightly raised.

"What? Isn't that person disappointed you? Her voice was soft, as if it were low to dust.

As if a secret had been revealed, An Chen's body shook violently and let go of her neck.

An Qin, who had breathed air again, gasped and took the opportunity to shake off the hand that the man had been holding onto him.

"You ......"

An Chen's worst fear finally came true, he was at a loss, and his heart was cramping for a while - things shouldn't be like this, they shouldn't be like this.

Thinking of everything that happened, An Qin's face was as white as snow, the pain rushed from her heart to her limbs, and the dizzy darkness hit her almost unable to stabilize her body, her fingertips pinched her palms tightly, and she tried to stay awake.

The air was cold and damp, so thick that you couldn't stay for a moment.

On the stage, the host's passionate speech was like a reminder, grabbing An Qin, and she tried her best to suppress the negative emotions that were entangled in Tengsheng, bypassing An Chen and leaving.

There was a deafening sound of slamming the door in her ears, An Chen suddenly came back to her senses, stared in the direction she was leaving, and her hands hanging down at her side were clenched into fists......

。。。。。。

Backstage, the six finalists are making their final preparations.

"There are still 10 minutes to go, and the contestants and models are ready to make their final preparations." The staff in charge of the field reminds us.

An Qin glanced around, the other contestants were doing their final checks, and her team of models were still on standby.

She quickly adjusted her mood and went over to direct the work.

The eight sets of themed fashions she designed and sewn by herself were sent to the dressing room here as early as yesterday afternoon, and the models have followed the competition from the beginning to the present, so everyone is quite tacit in cooperation, and the makeup is put on early, she only assigns the fashion, and everyone changes clothes as quickly as possible.

In the midst of the busyness, they only heard an oops, and everyone turned their eyes to Song Xueyan who was standing in front of the hanger.

An Qin secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly stepped forward to find out.

The long gauze skirt that she spent three days and three nights sewing by hand was in Song Xueyan's hands at this time, and the original dreamlike skirt was torn up at the waist and fell to the ground like a withered flower.

It's like being sentenced to death-

An Qin stared at Song Xueyan dumbfounded.