The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

They returned to Metropolis.

The first floor of the Metropolis was almost destroyed beyond recognition, and many waiters and maids were killed and injured. Manager Sun was so busy that he could hardly touch the ground.

The redecoration matter is relatively easy to deal with, but the compensation matter is very difficult.

Manager Sun is not good at making opinions, so he always asks Zhong Yue.

When they arrived at the metropolis, Zhong Yue was called away by Manager Sun.

Zhou Shi went upstairs.

He had only slept for two hours from last night to now. Now that he was free, he was going to go back to his room to rest for a while.

As soon as he opened the door, he stopped and felt the changes in the room keenly.

Everything seems to be normal in the room, but some things are slightly off.

Zhou Shi is a killer. In order to ensure his own safety, he is extremely vigilant and can respond quickly to small changes around him.

Someone came.

His eyes moved around the room calmly, and then stayed on the bed.

Everything on the bed was as usual, no trace of movement.

He looked at it intently, without saying a word for a long while, but a hint of sarcasm slowly creeped into his eyes.

Then, he closed the door with his backhand and walked in leisurely.

Zhou Shi pretended as if nothing had happened.

He lay down and quietly opened the pillow. Under the pillow was a black short knife and a small handful of bamboo leaves.

"Come out." He spoke.

The room was silent, no one spoke.

He waited patiently, and then spoke again after a moment, "Come out, don't let me say it a third time."

There was still silence in the room, except for the occasional dog barking outside the window.

About half a minute later, there was a rustling sound under the bed, and a man in blue cloth came out from under the bed and looked at him with a wary expression.

Zhou Shi looked at the person in front of him.

He is short and thin. There was also a square scarf of the same color wrapped around her head, covering all her hair, like a frail little scholar.

A face that is pure and white, with round eyes.

Zhou Shi frowned slightly: "Female?"

"No." The opposite person's pupils dilated slightly, a little surprised.

A flash of panic quickly flashed in his eyes, and then he suppressed it.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was rich and rougher than many men, "I'm just born fair, I'm a real man."

Zhou Shi snorted softly.

He obviously didn't agree with him and said directly: "If you want to die, take off your clothes."

"..."

"Men are also afraid of taking off their clothes?" Zhou Shi looked at him coldly, "Or did you just lie to me?"

The person opposite hesitated for a moment, then began to untie his belt.

He moves very slowly.

He untied it halfway and quickly glanced at Zhou Shi. He saw that he was lazily lowering his eyes and did not keep his gaze on him.

His lowered eyes rolled around, and he had other thoughts in his mind.

He was still taking off his clothes, and then suddenly strode to the window when he wasn't paying attention, turned over and was about to run away.

As soon as one leg was lifted up, a bamboo leaf knife scraped from the side of his head and landed on the window frame.

The bamboo leaf knife was embedded in the window frame.

He also heard the fierce wind.

He was suddenly too frightened to move, and kept one leg on the window sill.

It's just that the body is trembling slightly.

The cloth bag wrapping his hair was also cut open by the bamboo leaf knife, and a head of black and shiny hair poured down, draped over his shoulders and down to his waist.

A few hairs cut off by the bamboo knife also fell to the ground danglingly.

Her pure and white face looked even more panicked.

No longer caring about anything else, she quickly put down her feet and squatted down to pick up the cloth bag from the ground. She was so anxious that her face was stained with an inconspicuous thin red.

She scrambled to wrap up her hair.

It just became more and more messy as she got busier. She didn't even comb her hair for a long time, so she could only hold the cloth in her hands in frustration and didn't move any more.

Zhou Shi stared at her coldly: "Tell me, what are you doing in my room?"

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the sound of deliberately concealed breathing.

Zhou Shi is good at concealing his breathing and can hide it from many people, so he is very sensitive to these. After looking around, he knew that there was someone hiding under the bed.

The visitor was just hiding and had no murderous intent.

Not a killer.

Her identity was exposed and she didn't hide it anymore.

He coughed twice slightly, and his voice returned to its original tone.

Not very sweet, but very beautiful.

She said: "It's a mess here and I have too much time to take care of myself. I came over to see if there is anything I can take away."

"Little thief?"

The woman snorted and didn't answer.

She turned her face away, not looking at him.

Zhou Shi didn't answer the call again.

Both of them were silent, and the room became extremely quiet again.

Or the woman couldn't help but speak first: "Can I go?"

"What did you take?" Zhou Shi's eyes fell on her, his sharp eyes moving up and down unceremoniously.

"You came before I had time to get it."

"Really?" Zhou Shi looked at her subconscious defensive movements and sat up.

He walked up to her and got closer to her step by step.

When the woman saw his approaching pace, her expression became tense and her eyes darted around in panic. She was frightened by him and backed away until she was forced into a corner with no way out.

She bit her lip and shouted: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Shi didn't speak. He raised his hand to press her shoulders to prevent her from moving. He untied the belt of her cloth with one hand, then pulled off the belt of her obscene clothes, and directly put his hand in.

His hand touched her softness directly.

"What are you doing?!" The woman's voice was so frightened that her private parts were touched.

She raised her hand to stop him, but his hand pressed down directly, from her arm to her wrist, grabbing both of her wrists with one hand.

She kept twisting her body, but she couldn't escape his shackles.

He is so strong!

His hands were still touching her softness.

Soon, he took out a cloth bag from her chest and weighed it playfully in his palm: "Little thief, you dare to hide things here, but you can't let anyone touch them?"