strayed into the world

It was quiet and comfortable on the way back.The air conditioner in the car was well equipped, and Quan Ce was leaning against the window with one hand resting on his chin, actually in a good mood under his indifferent face.

Turning his head to look at the quiet person beside him, tilting his head against the window, could it be that he fell asleep?called out,

"Xia Qingche?"

"..." A faint snore answered him.

On a whim, Quan Ce wanted to see the sleeping face of the little stupid cat.Carefully moved closer, stretched out his hand, but before touching it, the sudden bump of the car disturbed the sleeping person.Quan Ce quickly withdrew his hand, being so guilty that he even despised himself, but the child just didn't sleep well, so he changed his position, curled his legs and curled up towards his chest vigorously.It's almost like dried shrimps and still keeps making rolls, does he think he's an egg roll?

Although Quan Ce strongly despised him in his heart, he had already picked up the blanket from the car and put it on that person in action.

I remember the last time Xiao Nai complained that he didn't have a blanket in his car, and after that he bought a ferret blanket by accident.

History always repeats surprisingly, Xia Qingche was in that position two months ago, covered with his coat, a small ball like a ball, exactly the same as now.

"Slow down."...He also needs to think about it, the absurd self, the strange behavior, and the heat wave that keeps rolling in his chest... Quan Ce doesn't understand, at least in his worldview, he is considered terminally ill.

"Yes."

So, is he shaken?That innate blood relationship still has ulterior motives.

"Young master, what should we do with Liao San's matter?" The subordinate asked Quan Ce softly after seeing Qing Che sleeping soundly from the rearview mirror.

Quan Ce helped his forehead and rubbed his temples, thinking of Xia Qingche's reaction at that time, he felt lingering fear in his heart.The corners of the mouth are slightly opened,

"Go and find out what happened in Ji Palace three years ago."

"Yes."

Quan Ce was about to say something, but was startled by the soft whisper beside him.After finishing speaking, he whispered to his subordinates,

"Okay, be quiet."

Let him sleep well, and let yourself think about it, this journey is still not what it was at the beginning.

****

When Qingche woke up, the last slant of the setting sun in the sky shone into his out-of-focus pupils. The momentary loss of focus made him a little uncomfortable, so he rubbed his eyes to see where he was at the moment.As soon as I moved my hand, I realized that my hands were locked by iron chains as thick as my arms. I suddenly woke up and found myself in an iron prison.

what happened!Shouldn't he be in Quan Ce's car?Where is this again? ...

Qingche's brain was filled with thousands of clues, and the rotten stench in the air made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't remember why he came here, could it be the whole plan?He doesn't want him?...Sold him to this place...?

He tried to struggle, but only got a cold metal sound, making a terrifying and cold sound, just like the footsteps of the god of death.

However, the real fear just started quietly. A big black hand suddenly broke through the darkness and covered his mouth. Before he could cry out in surprise, several hands had already reached into his clothes and danced freely on his skin.The fingertips scratched the fragile skin viciously, and the tingling made him tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to roll up his body but was unfolded more violently.

Qingche realized what they were going to do, unprecedented fear flooded her dark eyes, she couldn't see the face that was close at hand, and the breath of desire swept across her neck...

No!do not do that!Don't do this to him! !

"No...don't!...don't!!"