Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

"People should be free, not enslaved. Personality should be equal, not divided. Society should be democratic, not dominated."

"The progress of society does not require a good ruler, but the broad masses of the people."

"The era of change has arrived, and the order that has been maintained for thousands of years is about to be rewritten."

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Yan Qingning carefully wrote down her ideals on the paper, and her shallow eyes hidden by gold-rimmed glasses rarely revealed a sincere smile.

Occasionally, the moonlight shines on him through the glass, and when combined with his light-colored gown, he looks like a bright moon, which is a bit unreal...

Qin Zhuoan stood outside the door, staring at him through the hollow window for a long time. He did not dare to push the door, but dared to trace his figure with his fingertips through the glass by the window, in order to comfort him a little. Almost crazy thoughts.

Behold, he has imprisoned the bright moon.

But he was too greedy and selfish, and he actually had the idea of ​​​​tarnishing the bright moon...

"It's late at night, and since Marshal Qin is here, why don't you go into the room and sit down?"

The clear voice suddenly reached his ears, which made Qin Zhuo'an feel a little uncomfortable. He lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at Yan Qingning, for fear that his dirty and dirty thoughts would have nowhere to hide under the moonlight.

"I am just discussing matters related to the newspaper with you. There is no need to enter the room." He calmed down and deliberately showed an indifferent attitude, but his fingertips were trembling slightly, and he pressed hard to touch Yan Qingning. thoughts.

"I know."

Yan Qingning suddenly took a step forward, gently held his face with her warm hands, and kissed his lips on tiptoe.

Qin Zhuo'an's body froze instantly. He just let Yan Qingning move in a daze, his hands at his sides, not knowing how to put them.

The moonlight fell on Yan Qingning's glasses, and Qin Zhuoan looked at his shallow pupils through the thick lenses.

It was a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes, but they were embedded in a cold face, with a ruthless look.

This is exactly the case, those shallow eyes have no emotion at all, and the mist-covered eyes cannot reflect anyone's figure. Even such intimate actions are just like completing a task.

Qin Zhuoan suddenly felt that his hands and feet were numb, the blood in his body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, and he lost the ability to think.

He imprisoned a bright moon, but the moon did not belong to him. He just shifted the light slightly at a certain moment, and it shone weakly on him, but he mistakenly thought that the bright moon favored him...

"I've already given you the kiss today. Can the commander allow me to go back and continue writing the newspaper?"

His face was only slightly red due to his physical weakness, and his eyes were filled with mist, showing no trace of affection.

Qin Zhuoan was a little weak. He gently touched the corner of Yan Qingning's clothes with his fingertips, pretending to touch the moon.

He had almost forgotten that the bright moon chose to be imprisoned by him in order to enlighten the people, so how could she have affection for him?

The so-called kiss is just a contract that we can't help but...

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Yan Qingning couldn't get a response from him for a long time, so she moved closer to look into his eyes, and she happened to fall into those black eyes full of lust and possession.

Overly strong emotions condensed in Qin Zhuo'an's eyes, so sinister that Yan Qingning instinctively felt fear and subconsciously took a step back.

Before he could retract his feet, he was forcefully pulled into Qin Zhuoan's arms, and his hands were tightly clasped.

"You are mine..." He whispered into Yan Qingning's ear, "We signed a contract..."

His voice was a little aggrieved, and he buried his head in the side of Yan Qingning's neck and reminded in a muffled voice: "You promised me that I will not create any artificial obstacles to your ideals, so you can just let me take what you want."

In the past, he had always respected Yan Qingning's wishes. Except for a kiss every day, he no longer coveted anything, and even suppressed those excessive and dirty thoughts.

But now, he doesn't want to endure it anymore.

Yan Qingning didn't love him, and there was nothing but hazy mist in those shallow eyes.

His love and restraint seemed like a joke in this contract of everyone getting what he wanted.

Yan Qingning was slightly stunned, but not too surprised. Instead, she nestled in his arms obediently and asked him in a gentle voice: "Do you need me to unbuckle it myself?"

He broke his own pride with his own hands and allowed Qin Zhuo'an to use all kinds of methods to humiliate him. However, he used the gentlest questioning method, which made Qin Zhuo'an mistakenly think that... Yan Qingning was in love with him.

But when he looked at Yan Qingning, those misty eyes clearly told him that it was just his delusion.

Qin Zhuo'an gave a bitter laugh, and gently pressed the rough fingertips against the end of his eyes, moving his lips but making no sound: "I almost thought... I was loved."

Yan Qingning did not hear his words. He just remained silent and allowed Qin Zhuoan's wanton behavior in the gentlest and most ruthless way.

But he did not dare to make things irreversible. He bit Yan Qingning's shoulder as if to vent his anger and asked him in a dumb voice: "Master Yan, if I ask you a question, will you answer it?"

"You ask." Yan Qingning frowned in pain, but he didn't want to make any futile struggle.

"Have you ever loved me?"

This question made Yan Qingning silent for a long time. He stood on tiptoes in Qin Zhuoan's arms and kissed the corner of his lips. The words he spoke were as ruthless as his light eyes: "Marshal Qin, there is only a transaction between us."

These words undoubtedly blocked all his escape routes, leaving only his body carrying Qin Zhuoan's anger.

Qin Zhuoan pressed the back of his head and deepened the kiss between his lips and teeth over and over again. His teeth collided with each other, and even the tip of his tongue felt sore and numb.

There was a big hand covering Yan Qingning's neck. During the process of kissing Qin Zhuoan, he tried to tighten it countless times, but was forced back by his weak reason. He just rested it weakly on the slender and fragile neck.

After all, he was reluctant to let go, even if Yan Qingning denied his love over and over again and touched his bottom line over and over again...

"Do you want to kill me?"

Yan Qingning finally got a chance to breathe. He stared at Qin Zhuoan's jaw and asked calmly.

This scene gradually overlapped and even became consistent with the way he pinched Yan Qingning's neck while performing a show in front of Jiang Qi.

At that time, Yan Qingning asked him silently: Do you want to... kill me too?

These two scenes are so similar, yet completely different.

At that time, Yan Qingning's eyes were still focused on his figure, but now... there was no trace of anyone in his eyes, only a white mist that made it difficult to see clearly.

"I didn't." Qin Zhuo'an shook his head and pushed him out of his arms.

Yan Qingning looked at him confused and asked softly: "Aren't you going to continue?"