"Okay, then let me ask you, can the people you kill come back to life?"

Joe shook his head.

Zhou Nian looked at him coldly: "So, why do you think that if you become a normal ordinary person, I won't hate you anymore?" ”

"So how can you stop hating me? You told me I would go and learn. ”

"It's simple, you send me back, you let me go back to my husband."

"Impossible."

Joe's eyes finally changed from their original soft and calm to the wind and waves, his lips faded into a miserable white, and the originally blue eyes gradually deepened as if they were dyed with ink.

Zhou Nian felt his hands fall on her shoulders, clasped tightly, and cold fingers one by one, like iron chains and shackles, almost pierced her thin shoulder blades.

"I won't let you go back to your husband, Zhou Nian, you have to stay with me until I die, and you will be buried in my grave."

"You're a madman, you're a literal lunatic, kill me, kill me now!"

Joe suddenly turned around angrily and called someone: "Take her back to the room and tie her to the bed!" ”

"You madman, I'm going to kill you, bastard, if you dare to touch me, I'll kill you!"

Qiao's eyes gradually became bloody, and he reached out and pinched Zhou Nian's jaw with a quick movement.

Zhou Nian's shouting and cursing stopped suddenly, and Qiao's face slowly pulled closer.

She could even see the clear cyan veins on his jade-colored skin, climbing and spreading over his pale face.

Finally, that extreme fear invaded again, the blood on Zhou Nian's face faded little by little, and she opened her eyes in horror and looked at Qiao in front of her: "Joe"

The bridge of his nose almost touched hers, and she could smell the faint scent of the trees on him, his eyelashes so long, and his lips like petals, but they were bloodless

Zhou Nian only felt that she was about to be swept into the deep blue ocean, she subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his hand pinched her jaw, and she couldn't move.

"You don't want me to hate you more"

Qiao leaned down, and the tip of his slightly cool nose touched the side of Zhou Nian's face.

His hands were very cold and his body temperature was very low, Zhou Nian had always known it, but when the tip of his nose touched the side of his face, she was still trembling all over her body by the cold touch.

"What could be more annoying?"

He chuckled in her ear: "So, Niannian, what am I afraid of?" ”

"In the evening, I'll go to your room."

Jo let go of his hand, his cold fingertips, and lightly touched the faint bruise on her chin.

It turned out that she was so fragile, he couldn't help but blame himself in his heart, and he would be more careful in the future, he warned himself again.

Zhou Nian was stripped naked of all his clothes.

The maid filled the bathtub with water and respectfully invited her in.

Zhou Nian stood still, and those people no longer insisted, as if taking care of a puppeteer, helping her take a bath.

Their movements are very brisk, and they are obviously familiar with it.

Zhou Nian was quickly washed and her hair cleaned, the maid dried her body with a large soft towel, wrapped her in a bathrobe, and the hair dryer blew her hair half-dry, and then, Zhou Nian was sent out of the bathroom, and they waited for her to lie on the bed, tying her wrists and ankles with soft ribbons.

Sure she couldn't break free, the servants exited the room.

Zhou Nian was lying on the bed, although she was still wearing a bathrobe, but she felt humiliated that she felt like a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered, without any dignity at all.

About ten minutes later, Zhou Nian heard the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open.

She closed her eyes and refused to open them.

Qiao had just finished bathing, his hair was still wet, he walked to the side of the bed, leaned over and kissed Zhou Nian's cheek gently.

Zhou Nian's tears immediately welled up.

Joe seemed a little at a loss, and looked at her in tears.

She cried silently, but the tears kept flowing out, and soon her whole face was wet.

"Nian Nian."

Qiao softly called Zhou Nian's name: "I won't hurt you." ”

He leaned down again and kissed Zhou Nian's cheek again, and then, his lips slowly moved to Zhou Nian's lips.

Zhou Nian finally cried, she struggled desperately, shaking her head, not wanting him to touch her.

"Be nice."

It's not that he hasn't had a woman before, but he just wants to vent his physiology.

He and the women had never even had foreplay, and when he wanted, they would lie down and spread their legs and serve him with all their hearts.

He didn't know how to take care of a woman's feelings, but he felt that he would make Zhou Nian comfortable and make Zhou Nian like it.

He would do better than her husband.

He would never let go of her hand.

He'll make her fall in love with him.

Just like at this time, she loved her husband with all her heart and fell in love with him.

"Don't Touch Me"

Zhou Nian's tears were surging: "I'm begging you, okay?" ”

"If you are willing to marry me, I am willing to wait until the day I marry you before touching you."

Zhou Nian cried and shook his head: "Qiao, you let me go, you let me go back, please, please, Qiao." ”

Jo looked at her, she was crying very embarrassed, it was not beautiful at all, but he still couldn't hold back, he lowered his head and kissed her softly on the lips.

It's soft, it's soft, it's warm, it's fresh.

Joe's hands landed on either side of her cheeks, and he cupped her face to stop letting her move, his lips falling again.

His lips were cold, but Zhou Nian's lips were hot.

He tried to pry open her clenched teeth, but she suddenly bit her hard.

Joe let out a soft cry of pain, and the blood from his wound fell and fell into Zhou Nian's mouth.

She tasted the smell of his blood, even his blood was on the low side.

Qiao stroked the wound on his lips, and a little fire gradually stirred up in his eyes, and his slender fingers fell on the bathrobe on Zhou Nian's chest.

Zhou Nian was terrified to the extreme, stared at him with wide eyes, shook his head, and pleaded silently.

Joe was unmoved, his pale lips were stained with blood, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold, cold to the extreme, as if he was holding frost and snow, trying to freeze her into an ice sculpture.

"Don't"

Zhou Nian only felt a sudden coldness on his chest, Qiao's fingertips quickly touched the skin on her chest, the white bathrobe was torn open by him with one hand, and his gaze fell on her chest without concealment.

Zhou Nian felt that the whole world was quiet, her eyes widened, big tears kept pouring out, she couldn't make any sound in her throat, she just lay there, like a lamb to be slaughtered, except for crying, she didn't even have any possibility of resisting.

Qiao suddenly leaned down, like a wronged child, and gently knelt down on Zhou Nian's chest.