Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Song Qiao held his breath and looked at the diagram of the human body in the picture.

Si Qing's voice sounded again, "The red moon contains the power that can increase the level of awakening. Level 10 may not be the end of mankind. As long as the secret of the red moon is cracked, maybe we can surpass the limit."

"But you don't really care about Hongyue." Song Qiao looked at Si Qing and said.

Si Qing turned around and his eyes fell on the pendant around Song Qiao's neck, "Yes, because the so-called limit is not my pursuit. The group of old immortals in the upper courtyard surpassed the limit without relying on the red moon under the light of the stars. They have reached the realm of gods, but what’s the point? They are still worried about the survival of mankind, and they are trembling all day long, not daring to make any mistakes.”

Three pieces of information were collected from Song Qiao's words.

First, there is a ruling class above the Lower Council, called the Upper House. The people in it may be gods, maybe low-level gods, or there may be medium-level gods.

Second, the existence of star spirits is not a conceptual belief. It may be the master of the throne, or it may be a higher god.

Third, the existence of the Upper House is to protect mankind. There is still something in this plane that can destroy mankind.

Seeing that Song Qiao didn't speak and her expression was calm, Si Qing knew that the other party understood what she meant. She slowly walked up to Song Qiao, raised her hand to hook Song Qiao's neck, and said in a lazy tone: "So, my life is very boring... …I don’t pursue power because I’m already strong enough, and I don’t pursue power because the Federation is already in my hands…Song Qiao…what do you think I need?”

Yeah, what does this woman need?

What kind of secrets are hidden in her ever-foggy eyes.

She was so frank, as if she could tell people everything, but behind this frankness, she didn't reveal a single bit about herself. Song Qiao sighed softly in her heart, she hugged Si Qing's waist and rubbed the tip of his nose.

"You need to be marked, you are in your susceptible period, fool..."

Si Qing was stunned, blinked, and looked at Song Qiao stupidly, like a cute cat.

Kissing her lips gently, and then again, Song Qiao warned herself not to be soft-hearted. The woman in front of her was very sophisticated. She deliberately made this expression to seduce him, but she couldn't help but deepen the kiss. Get lost in it.

The taste of pheromones filled the mouth, and Song Qiao felt like he was tasting a delicious cake, like the slightly sweet flower stamens in early spring.

The long kiss ended, and in the empty and quiet room, only low breathing was left. Si Qing put his chin on Song Qiao's shoulder and knelt lightly, "I'll tell you something."

"Huh?" Song Qiao responded while stroking Si Qing's long hair.

"Nineteen was sent by me to pick up Hailey."

Song Qiao kept moving, "Oh."

"Aren't you afraid?" Si Qing asked strangely.

"What are you afraid of? Did you kill Haili? Nineteen can't do it. You are trying to help me. Could it be that Salo can't help but attack Blue Star Industrial?" Song Qiao pointed to the point.

Si Qing said nothing, only hummed softly, "Hug me, I want to go back to the room..."

Lifting Si Qing up in his arms, Song Qiao took her away from the silver dome and walked towards the residence behind.

Hera looked at that scene with a smile, which didn't seem strange.

Chloe was lying on the window, looking at Song Qiao who was walking downstairs, her mouth wide open, and she let out a "wow" sound. "Auntie hugged a beautiful sister..." She said to Herara who was standing behind her.

Herara also smiled, "Yes, I saw it too."

Back at Si Qing's residence, Song Qiao was asked to change out of the uniform. The reason Si Qing gave was that it was too tight and uncomfortable to hold her.

After borrowing Si Qing's bathroom, Song Qiao was surprised to find that this woman's bathroom was actually a large room. This was not a bathroom, it was obviously a bathtub!

She thought of the three-second mist bath she took when she first arrived at the R3 space station. "Corruption, no respect for water resources at all." As she said that, she took off her clothes neatly and entered the bath.

Can a bath without water be called a bath?

While she was lying on the edge of the bathtub with her eyes closed and concentrating, Song Qiao heard a movement and looked up, just in time to see Si Qing walking up to her barefoot, raising her hands to untie her clothes, her clothes fell to the floor, and her long light blue hair reached her waist. Facing Song Qiao's gaze, her beautiful figure was clearly revealed, and the mist made her skin look like it had a soft glow.

She slowly walked into the pool until her entire body was immersed in the water, leaving only the faint ravines and straight collarbones exposed.

Through the mist, she and Song Qiao looked at each other. A few seconds later, she said, "You have a nosebleed."

Song Qiao:......

Gan! No more alive! Just hit him to death! ! !

Just say you can’t hold it in, it’s easy to get angry! The dead woman definitely did it on purpose! !

Song Qiao wiped her nose and turned her back angrily to Si Qing, unwilling to look.

There was the sound of flowing water, and the next second, a soft body was pressed against her back.

"Are you angry?" Si Qing asked softly from behind her.

Song Qiao's body stiffened, and her first reaction was to run away. She was a little afraid of Si Qing, who was so gentle now, and she always felt that she was going to slap him in the next second.

Cool fingertips rubbed her neck, and the suppressor was removed and thrown to the edge of the pool. The pheromones belonging to Song Qiao began to spread in this space. The glands on the back of the neck were gently licked, Song Qiao's hands clung to the edge of the pool, and his breathing became more rapid.

"Don't... the susceptible period... will be advanced..." Song Qiao reminded with a trembling voice.

"Don't you like it..." Si Qing's voice was hoarse.

She looked at Song Qiao's snow-white and delicate back, her narrow waist under the water, and the glands that were beating due to her kiss. Her cold heart began to regain its vitality and beat in her chest.

The scent of pheromones that fascinated her surrounded her, intertwined with her pheromones, and combined into a more mysterious and alluring fragrance that made people go crazy and tremble.

Possess her, mark her.

Si Qing's eyes became more and more dangerous.

She grabbed one of Song Qiao's hands, put it under the water, and put it on her lap. She gasped in Song Qiao's ears, "Don't you want to hug me..."

Song Qiao closed her eyes and opened them again. She turned around and held Si Qing in her arms. Hot kisses fell along Si Qing's crimson eyes and landed on her lips bit by bit, burning like fire. Burning each other.

The naked body was close to each other, and Song Qiao's fingertips pressed lightly on Si Qing's body, leaving an obvious mark.

She resisted Mark's desire to explore Si Qing's soft body.

This was a novel experience for Si Qing, whether it was foreplay or a real drama.

She sat on Song Qiao's lap. This position allowed her to give herself to him and kiss him condescendingly. She liked it very much and was very satisfied, so she became more and more unrestrained.

Song Qiao was afraid of hurting her, but he couldn't bear Si Qing's movements. Ripples on the water surface continued to form, gradually forming waves.

After returning to the bed from the bathroom, Song Qiao felt a cold feeling on her wrist, and there was an extra transparent ring clasped there.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

Si Qing was lying under her, and there was also one on her wrist. She smiled slyly and ambiguously, "Neuro-consciousness interactive device."