C14 The gambling of love

The morning clouds broke through the sky and gave off a refreshing feeling on a late autumn morning.

Ling Chen, dressed in casual sports attire, was practicing his treadmill in the large front garden. Sweat trickled down his knife-like profile into his upturned collar, making him look particularly sexy in the morning sun.

Jian Fan stood in the living room and watched from the French window. His gaze was fixated on the daisy in full bloom, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Why?" A large hand waved in front of her eyes, summoning her consciousness back. "Am I too handsome to be a fool?"

Jane Fan turned around and sat down on the sofa. She wasn't in the mood to joke with him.

Ling Chen was not annoyed, as if his mood became even clearer after the exercise. "I'm going to take a bath, you'll accompany me to have breakfast later."

Jian Fan glanced at him indifferently. At this moment, he no longer had any hostility, making people feel less pressured.

The long dining table was filled with rice noodles and various foods for breakfast. Jian Fan and Ling Chen sat facing each other.

Breakfast continued quietly. After a long while …

"Do you have something to say to me?" Ling Chen put down his knife and fork, and elegantly picked up a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Jian Fan drank the last mouthful of congee and raised his head to look at him. "Are you that confident that I would give you the answer you want?"

"Of course," Ling Chen said domineeringly as he raised his eyebrows, "As long as it's something I, Ling Chen, want, I've never failed before."

"Is that so?" The corner of Jane Fan's lips curled up into an enchanting smile. "Perhaps I will disappoint you."

"You won't, because you love your life." The smile faded, and her teasing darkened his expression.

"Heh, don't be angry. Before I could say anything, you've already leaked my answer. Isn't that a bit too much? " Jane leaned back in her chair, admiring his angry expression.

Ling Chen suddenly stood up and walked in front of her. He lowered his body and pressed his face close to a centimeter. Warm air sprayed on her face, "You have no choice now. Enraging me will not benefit you in any way."

Jian Fan looked away, but was forced back by his big hand and stared at him, "Don't challenge my patience, I am a fugitive from the Nine Militaries."

Jian Fan's body shuddered as he slapped away the hand he used to pinch her chin. "On what basis are you guaranteeing my safety?"

Ling Chen coldly snorted in disdain, as if she had asked an extremely idiotic question: "I have my own ways to make you disappear from Lisa's sight, but of course, I can also make you return to your nightmare of being hunted. What I do depends on your performance. "

Since Jane Fan didn't agree, she naturally believed that he had the ability to do so. However, due to her personality, she wasn't willing to compromise.

"I can stay, but I can't be your woman. Because I will seize every opportunity to kill you. "

"Is that so?" His expression was smiling, but his dark eyes were full of anger. "I hate women who think themselves to be conceited. What kind of chastity was that? Wasn't it you who was so coquettish that night and was broken under me? "

That night was a disgrace that she could not wipe away, and just thinking about it made her feel nauseous.

He ruthlessly stroked her smashed forehead. "If your head breaks and your memory disappears, I don't mind bringing you memories right now."

Jian Fan's wound was pressed down painfully. She gritted her teeth and glared at him. "You only know how to use force when dealing with women?"

"I don't know how many women want to climb into my bed. I'll make you fall in love with me and beg me to fall in love with you."

"What about time? If you want to tie me up for eight or ten years and then make me fall for it, it's not a skill. " Jian Fan stretched out his hand to touch the pinch on his forehead, covering the light that flashed in his eyes.

"Three months is enough." Ling Chen also lost his temper, his charm not allowing anyone to question him.

"What if I don't fall in love with you three months later?" Jian Fan's sharp eyes were filled with provocation.

"You want me to let you go?" He stopped abruptly, as if he knew what she was up to.

"What," Jian Fan smirked. "Are you afraid?"

Ling Chen's sharp, sword-like eyebrows frowned, as if he had thought about it. "Alright, don't say that I didn't give you a chance, I'll make you concede your defeat." Even though he knew it was a trap, he still jumped in, all for the sake of the man's unparalleled pride.

Three months would pass in the blink of an eye. She would definitely not be moved by anyone.