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

Shen Yuqing looked at her with a smile.

His small arms were braced on the tree trunk, and his hanging fingers hooked her hair one after another, curling all her hair around his fingers, and then letting it go in circles.

Tilting his head slightly, he pecked her lips again.

He acquiesced.

Song Huiyi reached out and pushed his face away, shocked: "How dare you?"

"What are you afraid of?" Shen Yuqing laughed playfully, with a bit of scorn, "The Youth Gang is trying to recruit people to the military government, why don't you let me recruit some people to the Youth Gang?"

"..."

He said it very confidently.

Shen Yuqing said again, "You share a room with a man behind my back. How should I punish you?"

Song Huiyi looked at him coldly: "You sent people to monitor me. You should know that he climbed up the window by himself. I fired several shots."

"Well, I can accept this explanation!"

Song Huiyi was silent for a while, and then he noticed the corners of his lips that were holding back.

He teased her on purpose!

She was a little annoyed as to why she had to explain to him, as if she was eager to explain to him her innocence with other men.

She turned away and ignored him, but Shen Yuqing laughed heartily beside her.

"Zhou Shi killed someone and was chased and fled to Nancheng. He must have stayed here for a long time."

After a long while, Song Huiyi spoke again.

She had the air of watching a good show and said jokingly, "I heard that he hates evil and will kill people if he doesn't like them. If you are so annoying, be careful with your head."

When he went back that night, Song Mingli asked someone to investigate.

It turned out that Zhou Shi killed an important local figure in Wancheng and was chased all the way to Nancheng.

He was being hunted, which sounded embarrassing but was actually relaxed.

There is a saying circulating in Wancheng that ordinary people are afraid of devils, but devils are afraid of Zhou Shi——

He is a terrifying existence.

Shen Yuqing smiled: "Are you worried about my death?"

His rude attitude came up again, "If you say I hate you, you hate me, Song Huiyi. I want to sleep with you, but you always won't let me sleep. Do you think you hate me?"

He doesn't care.

When Zhou Shi came to Nancheng, many people felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, but he didn't care.

Others are on guard, but he is arrogant.

He was even in the mood to joke.

Song Huiyi asked him: "How many of your people are there in the secret guard?"

"One." He said cheerfully.

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell daddy?"

He should know that telling her this was equivalent to telling her family.

But he said it openly, not caring and not afraid.

"It's all tacitly understood, no one will bring it to the table!" Shen Yuqing said, "My people will protect you in the dark, and he will feel more at ease!"

"Asshole," she scolded him.

The abacus was so loud that people were placed next to her.

His words were telling her nakedly and clearly that even if she cleared out these secret guards, there would still be his people in the next wave of secret guards.

He always finds a way to squeeze it in.

If she couldn't get in, he might just arrange for a few people to follow her, and then they would have to fight with her secret guards.

He will not give up until he achieves his goal.

"I haven't slept with you yet, so I naturally want to keep an eye on this delicious piece of meat of yours!"

He held the hand on her waist and squeezed it, slid it down to her buttocks, pinched it hard, and then pressed it forward close to him, "Look, am I tight?"

The man's heat pressed against her.

Song Huiyi didn't like this.

She raised her hand to push his chest away: "Go find Yan Shu, she will be willing to sleep with you."

"She can't get into my bed!" Shen Yuqing pressed her buttocks tighter and said in her ear in a hoarse voice, "I want you to get up! Go to my place now!"

Song Huiyi resisted even more fiercely: "Then you go find someone who can sleep with you!"

Shen Yuqing's movements suddenly stopped.

Song Huiyi's resisting hand fell free, and she raised her eyes to look at him.

He straightened up.

The big hand fell from the tree trunk and pressed hard on her shoulder. He held her shoulders with his hands and pressed down hard, causing her pain, as if he was going to crush her shoulders.

His right hand was injured, but he was still able to exert great strength like a normal person.

He squeezed it tightly and pressed down again. Song Huiyi frowned repeatedly.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

His eyes were deep and bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes, "Which one do you think is more painful, the gunshot wound or this?"

When Shen Yuqing said this, his mind changed slightly.

If someone points a gun at him, he will definitely kill him.

Song Heping's life was worthless in his eyes.

It’s just a human life. If the Qing Gang dares to take action, he will lead his army to crush the Qing Gang!

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, he thought that Song Huiyi would care about her brother.

He still chose to grab the gun.

He let her know what he was capable of and told her that he spared Song Heping with gentle care, but Song Huiyi contradicted him again and again and made him angry.

Song Huiyi was silent.

She closed her eyes and clung to the tree trunk with her hands, bearing his wrath.

Shen Yuqing stared at her face.

Her eyelashes kept trembling, she was in pain, he knew it.

It already hurt like this, but she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from screaming, silently enduring his punishment and anger.

Shen Yuqing's anger will never be vented by her.

Her reaction would always make him furious, making it even more intense. He was full of anger and had no place to vent it.

Seeing her biting her bloodless lower lip tightly, he felt even more anxious. Shen Yuqing let go of his hand, leaned over and blocked her lips, pried open her teeth from biting her lower lip, and curled her lips and tongue.

The two of them were hidden behind a tree trunk, and Shen Yuqing kissed them unbridled.

Then he tasted something salty and bitter.

He raised his head, and two lines of clear tears fell from Song Huiyi's eyes, moistening her eyelashes.

He was taken aback.

Song Huiyi never cried in front of him.

She didn't cry when he kissed her, she didn't cry when he let her touch him, and she didn't cry when he forced her to kill someone. At this moment, she didn't know why, she cried, silently crying.

"Why are you crying? I haven't slept with you yet." Shen Yuqing's anger was instantly extinguished by her tears.

His warm lips climbed up to the end of her eyes, kissing away all her tears, and softened his tone, "I won't make trouble with you anymore, go to my place and have dinner with me, okay?"

Song Huiyi acquiesced.

It was useless for her to say whether it was okay or not. It was just a few words of quarrel with him, and she would eventually go to his place.

Why bother?

Shen Yuqing liked her obedience, and his mood suddenly improved: "Be good!"

He takes her hand.

Song Huiyi said: "I want to tell my brother."

"I'll ask the adjutant to say hello!" Shen Yuqing said.

She said nothing more and left with him.