you are a star

It has been raining for nearly half a month, and today is a little bit about to clear up.

But in the evening, it rained again.

The castle is divided into many areas.

There are office areas, member councils, living areas, etc., and the castle with a very large area is more than enough.

The place where Mr. Shen lived alone was extraordinarily quiet, a little scary.

Suddenly there was a ping-pong sound from the room upstairs, and the sound of something breaking.

In the quiet and retro room, the purple-gold velvet curtains are only half-opened, which can only illuminate a third of the room, and the tall bed in the center seems to be embedded in the shadows.

Qiao Nan hadn't gotten out of bed for almost a month, hadn't seen the sun or exercised, and his originally delicate and beautiful face was haggard and pale at this moment, like a flower that was about to wither.

At this moment, the heavy door was pushed in from the outside, and the ancient door made a low, whimper-like sound.

Like a frightened elk, Qiao Nan stared wide-eyed at Shen Jun who came in from outside.

The evening light shone under his feet, and he came out of darkness like a ghost of light.

"Want to get up?" Shen Juan leisurely glanced at the broken glass on the ground.

Half an hour ago, she had just dropped a cup, and the water wetted the Persian carpet with intricate patterns on the floor. The servants had just removed the carpet before laying it on, and the cup fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

He approached Qiao Nan step by step, and watched her pair of watery eyes widen on her pale and sickly face, but there was not much light left in those eyes.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" Qiao Nan's indifferent voice lacked strength.

Shen Juan turned a deaf ear to her taunt, he leaned over, and stroked her cheek with his palm, "Isn't there a drawstring on the head of the bed? Why did you break the cup and have such a temper, huh?"

Qiao Nan saw him vomiting blood half a month ago, and thought he would be seriously ill, but these days, his condition has obviously shown signs of improvement.

But apart from not having a cough, I don't know if it was her illusion, but his complexion is still very bad, and it seems to be worse than before.

She wanted to avoid the man's hand, but she didn't have any strength in her body, so she could only let his palm hold her cheek, and was forced to feel his body temperature.

There was an instinctive physical reaction in her body, and she wanted to vomit, but the ligament in her throat was torn, but she couldn't vomit, and her eye circles became wet.

Qiao Nan thought she would get angry, but she had been tempered for nearly a month, or more precisely she knew that no matter what she said, Shen Juan would remain indifferent.

She said indifferently: "If I don't get out of bed, I almost forget how to walk."

"Where do you want to go? Tell me." Shen Juan asked her warmly.

"I want to leave you." Qiao Nan looked straight into his eyes.

Shen Juan smiled lowly, "I'm getting angry with me again? Apart from this, I'll promise you anything you want."

"I want your life, will you promise me?" Tears flowed down Qiao Nan's red eyes, and the nausea just now made her shed physiological tears instinctively.

Shen Jun clutched a white handkerchief and wiped away her tears.

The eyes washed by tears seemed to be brighter than before. He paused to wipe away his tears, and looked at her secretly, his strength inevitably increased.

Qiao Nan felt a pain in the corner of his eyes, and the tears uncontrollably increased, washing those dusty eyes until they were spotless.

Shen Juan carefully wiped away those tears, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on her forehead, "You want my life?"

He smiled meaningfully, "It's not impossible."

"Don't touch me!" Qiao Nan screamed, but Shen Juan's lips just touched her smooth and full forehead lightly, as light as a gust of wind.

But she still had goosebumps all over her body.

But her struggle was completely tantamount to nothing in front of Shen Jun.

Shen Juan propped his hands on the pillow, and looked down at her cheeks that were a little bloody due to the blood acceleration due to emotion and anger, and her delicate lips were also more vivid than before.

Qiao Nan felt the change in the man's eyes, and the intense fear made her use all her strength to turn her head away, but the next second, the man's strong fingers clasped her chin.

"Little Qiangwei, do you think I really dare not touch you?" Shen Juan's voice was low and hoarse, touching her ears, "I don't touch you because you are my little Qiangwei, you should be clean .”

"But now, I seem to have changed my mind. I like you more and more. And you have long been unclean. You have conceived a child for Liang Feicheng, and you have turned up and down with him. Everything you have done with him, I don't know. Want to do it again with you."

At this moment, his lips were pressed against her right ear, and his voice was bewitching.

With a pinch of his fingers, he turned her face back directly, and the four eyes met. Qiao Nan clearly saw the different look in his eyes.

It is predation and lust.

His thumb lightly brushed her pink lips, and Qiao Nan's scalp felt numb, and he could almost feel the texture of his fingertips.

"Stop! If you dare to touch me, I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

"Kill me?" Shen Jun chuckled, and Qiao Nan only saw his other hand passing over her head.

There was a small click sound from the bedside, and then Shen Juan took out a gun from there and stuffed it into her hand.

"I'll give you a chance to kill me, Little Qiangwei."

Qiao Nan looked at his devilish smile, but as soon as he let go, the gun slipped from her hand and hit the quilt.

She doesn't even have the strength to hold a gun right now.

"Look, how are you going to kill me?" Shen Juan smiled, brushed her lips aggressively with his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "There is not much time...Little Qiangwei."

Her eyes were filled with red blood, and the line of defense that kept her sober in her heart couldn't resist the emotions that were about to collapse at the moment. Like a lunatic, she lost her voice: "Don't touch me, don't touch me! Uh——!"

In an instant, Qiao Nan bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain stimulated her nerves. At that moment, she gained a little strength, and when she turned her head, Shen Juan's kiss landed on her cheek.

Shen Juan narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted coldly, pinched her chin as hard as if he wanted to crush her bones.

There was a whimper from Qiao Nan's throat, like the last struggle of an animal on the verge of death.

The only light in his eyes completely disappeared.

Shen Juan tore off the collar of her white nightgown, like a torn petal, from her collarbone to her shoulders, and lifted her chin, "I want you."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the hurried sound seemed to be something urgent.

Shen Juan clasped the hand on Qiao Nan's chin, "Come in."

Shen Lin opened the door and went in, and glanced at Qiao Nan who was shackled on the bed in tattered clothes, and Mr. Shen's finger was on her chin, a lively and fragrant scene.

He immediately lowered his head, not daring to look further, "Mr. Shen, I'm dying."