C1 Burning Lily and Rose

Her slender and soft fingers gently pushed away the man on her body. Tears trickled down the corner of Ye Qingqing's eyes, wetting the pale white pillow. Not only did he not show mercy, he became even more ferocious.

"No, this won't do …" As her vision wavered, the momentary pain woke up Ye Qingqing's remaining rationality. The strength in her struggle suddenly increased by quite a bit.

The man's sword-like eyebrows creased. In his eyes, other than deep desire, there was also a trace of pity. He immediately pinched the young girl's wrists together and pressed them to his head, preventing her from harming himself.

"Good boy." A husky voice sounded in his ear, and a hot breath landed on his sensitive ear.

After a while, Ye Qingqing was completely lost.

Gu Yuan felt that the woman beneath him was a little strange. She was obviously shy and nervous at the beginning, but after she fainted once, the look in her eyes changed completely. She had also become bold and passionate.

Really, attracting people to explore.

Gu Yuan's eyes revealed an even deeper desire for conquest.

The night was absurd.

Ye Qingqing opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at the handsome man beside her. Her pitch-black pupils revealed a trace of killing intent as she raised her hand and pressed her smooth and round fingers against the man's throat. As long as she used a little bit of strength to prick his skin, the poison would seep into his throat and seal his throat with blood.

However, when she thought of her identity, she withdrew her hand once more and sprinkled some medicinal powder on the man. Then, with great difficulty, she propped herself up from the ground.

"Hiss …" "Beast." Ye Qingqing staggered and knocked over the glass on the table. The cold liquid spilled on the floor and wetted the clothes that were scattered on the floor. She immediately smelled the ambiguous aroma coming from the cup of water.

"Since you were drugged as well, I won't kill you." Ye Qingqing kicked away the man's custom-made suit, picked up her clothes and put them on. The sound of her dressing was not soft, but it did not wake the person on the bed. It was only because Gu Yuan had long been infected by her powder.

It was obviously a friendship between the two departments, but Ye Qingqing was drugged and absentmindedly entered the man's room. The night passed just like that.

He really didn't know what to say.

Ye Qingqing stood at the elevator with a sloppy man standing next to her. The man looked at the flirtatious woman with a kiss on his neck. He immediately thought that she was one of those who provided services, so he reached out his hand.

Ye Qingqing felt the warmth of her palm and turned her head to look at the man. She smiled and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

The man revealed a vulgar smile and took a step forward. "What are you doing? "Of course it's to do —" Before he could finish his sentence, a slender white finger was pressed against the man's lips.

The man looked at Ye Qingqing and saw that she was smiling like a flower. Her voice was hoarse and sexy. "Shh, don't embarrass yourself in front of me with those old-fashioned dirty jokes."

Her fingertips slid down, landing on the cigarette and lighter placed on the man's chest. She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and held it in her mouth.

"Hahaha, you are indeed the kind of person this young master likes, wild and sexy. "Tell me, how much can I sell it for for for one night?" The man was angered by her. He blocked Ye Qingqing with one hand and wanted to pull out her cigarette with the other. His mouth was dry and he wanted to have a taste.

Ye Qingqing slightly moved her wrist, avoiding the man's movement and threw the cigarette into the trash can. "It doesn't matter how much it is, it all depends on fate. Unfortunately, I don't like people like you." With that, Ye Qingqing walked into the elevator.

The man flew into a rage out of embarrassment. He raised his hand and pinched Ye Qingqing's shoulder. Ye Qingqing grabbed his wrist, and before the man's stupefied expression, she threw him over her shoulder. The man fell into the elevator, dizzy, but this was still not the end. A foot in high heels stepped on the man's chest.

"Tsk, how come you don't understand human speech?" Ye Qingqing pressed her hand on the first floor and the elevator door instantly closed, isolating the people outside and keeping an eye on what was going on inside.

A series of blows was extremely violent.

Ye Qingqing finally vented her anger for the whole night and got out of the elevator clapping her hands. Inside the elevator, the man's face was swollen black and blue. The scariest thing was that he found that he couldn't even ask for help.

He … could no longer speak!

When Ye Qingqing walked out of the hotel, it was already four in the morning. There were a few cars idling on the street. She turned on the phone and walked towards her own residence. As a junior, she had already rented a house outside.

The room wasn't large, but at least it was their world.

Yes, two.

Ye Qingqing had a split personality, her master was gentle and cheerful, was good at medicine, and her side personality, sexy and ruthless, was good at poison. Their memories were linked, and their emotions were intertwined like intertwined trees, interdependent and unseparable.

"Ding ding ding —"

The alarm rang. Ye Qingqing reached for her phone and slowly opened her eyes, taking a look at the time. "It's eight o'clock …" She looked at the clock in a daze and then threw it away. She hugged her blanket and prepared to rest, but as she turned around, she felt waves of soreness coming from her body.

Ye Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes and looked around.

This place was no longer a hotel. It was probably because her assistant brought her home yesterday. However, the soreness and pain in her body couldn't fool people. She really had lost her self-control …

At the thought of this, Ye Qingqing was sad and resentful, tears streaming down her face.

She had an impression of the person who drugged her yesterday. He was the young master of the Song Clan, a well-known popinjay. She had thought that with so many acquaintances, he wouldn't dare to do anything, but she had never expected him to be so bold.

Since she lost her body, Ye Qingqing couldn't do anything about it. She still had to live her life.

Dressed in a high-collared shirt, Ye Qingqing was about to find some food on the street to fill her stomach. As she walked, the crowd suddenly gathered in front of her, forming a circle and pointing at her.

While Ye Qingqing was shouting, she was brought into the encirclement by the crowd.

"Ouch." She fell to the ground and touched her shoulder in confusion. Someone had just pushed her. However, when he looked up, he could no longer see anyone. Ye Qingqing stood up and wanted to leave, but her arm was held by someone and pulled fiercely.

"Save my son! Save him! "

"Please save him!"

The woman who held Ye Qingqing's hand kneeled on the ground without saying a word, begging loudly. The surrounding people became more and more noisy, pointing at the two of them and talking. A kind aunt stood out and said, "This aunt, I don't even know what disease your son has contracted. She is not a genius doctor, so please don't make things difficult for her."