Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

It has been two days since the sudden encounter at Lingji Temple, and Ye Jinwu's panic-stricken heart because of Si Yuanzhen finally calmed down.

Ye Jinwu's head was black and supple with blue silk, exuding a soft luster, like a fine brocade draped behind her head, exuding an elegant and chaste style.

She gently tied her long hair into a bun, opened the drawer of the dressing table, and saw the rough wooden hairpin. The wooden hairpin made from bodhi branches was no longer full and fresh as it was when it was newly folded that day. The body was yellowing and slightly shriveled, which made the already rough wooden hairpin even more unsightly.

Ye Jinwu hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wooden hairpin and threw it into the trash can, and took another silver hairpin to tie her long hair behind her head.

The vanity mirror on the dressing table reflected her graceful back, elegant posture, and light body, gradually drifting away.

A small restaurant was opened on the fourth floor of the hotel, serving drinks, coffee, food and beverages, and there are many Yunnan-style delicacies. Ye Jinwu stepped on the black tiled stairs. At this time, there were no other people in the stairwell.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the utility room in the stairwell on the third floor.

She turned around immediately: "Who..."

A pair of big palms clamped her wrists, and before she had time to react, they pulled her into the dark utility room.

"Boom—" The wooden door of the utility room was slammed shut.

Ye Jinwu's body was pushed hard by a huge force, and her back slammed into the wooden door behind her, and the pain like numbness came like a tide.

"Ah—" She let out a low cry of pain, and then the tall and tyrannical male body pressed towards her, and the man's ambergris mixed with a touch of fishy sweetness rushed into her nose in her breath, and her whole body was wrapped in In the strange and dangerous body temperature, he was restrained and unable to move.

"Who are you, what are you going to do..." Ye Jinwu uttered in panic, her trembling voice was like goose feathers floating in the sky, but before she could finish her words, someone pressed her lips, her lips were slightly cold Rolling over her, tossing, turning sideways, wandering, suppressing...

She wants to struggle.

However, the man held her cheek tightly, and he could not refuse to take her by force.

"Ugh—" she wanted to scream for help.

The man took advantage of the gap, slipped his wet and soft tongue lightly into her lips, penetrated into her lips, and reached the depths of her throat.

Ye Jinwu was like being pinched seven inches by someone, unable to struggle, unable to call for help, unable to breathe, like a fish thirsty for water, could only be forced to look up, controlled by a man, clinging to the man's intimate kiss, As if losing his kiss, she would immediately suffocate and die.

She had never been so afraid, in a stairwell with few people, in a dark and messy utility room, being restrained and kissed by a man she didn't even see clearly.

The tears in the eyes kept falling.

At this moment, her heart was desperate.

The man's kiss gradually slowed down, and Ye Jinwu's eyes, blurred with tears, looked into a pair of eyes full of blood, full of murderous intent, but bottomless, like the abyss of hell.

She was completely stunned.

It's him--

It was him!

Si Yuanzhen!

The man who took her jasmine hairpin without asking.

The man who inserted the linden wood hairpin cut by himself into her hair.

The man who belittled her in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the pure place of Buddhism.

The man she had left behind and almost forgotten.

Si Yuanzhen saw the astonishment in her eyes, and knew that she had recognized him, so he slightly moved the lips that were pressed between her lips.

Ye Jinwu almost subconsciously opened her mouth to call for help.

It's a pity that before she yelled for help, a pair of big hands covered her lips: "It's me! Don't scream, and don't struggle."

Ye Jinwu's complexion was pale, like the snow on Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in May, she nodded slowly under the man's menacing eyes.

Si Yuanzhen let go of her, and gently stroked her messy and swollen lips with her fingers: "You are so good."

However, the hand clamped on her face still didn't let go, leaving her speechless, obviously he didn't trust her.

Ye Jinwu looked at the man in front of her, and felt cold all over her body, and cold tears kept sliding down her cheeks.

Si Yuanzhen bit her lips lightly, and a hint of fishy sweetness melted between his lips: "Ye Jinwu, 20 years old, from Nantong, Jiangsu, country Z, both parents died..."

The man's thin lips, with the color after the kiss, spat out words like thin blades, constantly dissecting her life, and the panic in Ye Jinwu's eyes was gradually replaced by horror.

What she can be sure of is that when they first met, he didn't know her.

Therefore, in just two days, he has mastered all the information about her, down to her body measurements and characteristics.

Excessive panic left her in a daze, but she became sober instead.

She knew very well that this man was telling her that she could no longer escape from his grasp.

"You are so beautiful." Si Yuanzhen looked at her narrow pupils, which were full of water, clear and bright, clearly reflecting his figure, and smiled softly: "It just makes me fascinated." He kissed gently Her lips seemed to soothe her panicked emotions, and her voice was extremely soft and charming: "I really want to take you as my own."

Ye Jinwu's cheeks were pinched, she couldn't speak at all, she could only be forced to look at the man, but the water in her eyes never stopped.

She would not naively think that a man who didn't reverence the Buddha, a man with a butcher knife in his hand, a man who was murdered, bloody and fell into hell, would let her go because of her crying.

However, she was so helpless at this time that there were only tears.

"But..." Si Yuanzhen's voice paused, her eyes were gloomy, the soft and elegant cheeks of the woman in front of him had been pinched and deformed by him, but he still thought it was beautiful, a beauty that had been abused, a dark miscellaneous Among things, the posture of men and women touching each other is the scene that is most likely to breed dark desires: "The hairpin is not good-looking."

Then, he reached out and pulled out the silver hairpin from the back of her head, and gently twisted the bodhiwood hairpin that she had thrown into the trash can into her hair.

The rough wooden hairpin has no aesthetic feeling at all.

However, he felt that this was the most suitable hairpin for her in the world.

"You..." Ye Jinwu shrank her pupils and watched his movements. Just as she said a word, she felt the force on her face tightened again. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't speak. .

She thought of the scene when she threw the wooden hairpin into the trash can before, and was horrified to find that this man had probably been spying on her every move without her knowing it.

"It's not good to dislike the token of love I gave you?"

Si Yuanzhen bent and crumpled the silver hairpin in her hand with one hand, and threw it away casually, not knowing where it was thrown into the utility room.