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

To be honest, Song Qiao felt that since he met Si Qing, he seemed to have unlocked some strange attributes. She was either being beaten, on the way to be beaten, or waiting to die.

If it were in the past, she would have tried every means to run away. It didn't matter if she was wanted. The worst she could do was change her vest. It's not like she had never done such a thing before.

But now, she always risks being killed by Si Qing, and she doesn't even think about running away. Instead, she thinks about how to cure Si Qing.

Maybe his brain is broken.

After Chloe was taken to Satellite 3, she only saw her dear aunt once, and it was in a very hurry.

She only remembered that her aunt came back in a hurry that day, chatted with her for a while, and asked her if she was used to the life here, if the food she ate tasted good, and if she wanted to go to school. Chloe answered them all.

In fact, she was still a little scared, but she felt that her aunt was very busy and didn't want her to be more tired because of her. She saw many wounds on her aunt's neck, which were red and purple, and there were teeth marks from bad guys. Chloe secretly vowed in her heart that she must study hard and become stronger in the future to protect her aunt.

Song Qiao has never considered herself to be a lustful person. Just like every time before she goes on a killing spree, she would emphasize that she doesn't like violence and that she likes a harmonious society. It's the same when it comes to love, she likes the water to flow slowly and doesn't like to empty her body.

It's a pity that what she said has always been very unconvincing. Except for herself, no one believed it.

After all, you can't force others to believe that the person who is pressing Si Qing on the bed to prevent her from resting is a stoic person.

If she doesn't have lust like this, then who else has lust?

Being kicked out of bed by Si Qing again, Song Qiao groaned and climbed up to hug him. "Your kick hurt me..."

"Are you a dog? It hurts when you bite me." Si Qing said angrily.

The meat on the thigh was already sensitive, so it would have been good if Si Qing could have kicked Song Qiao away.

"Just bite me back, don't kick me..." Song Qiao rubbed Si Qing's neck.

Is this what people say?

Si Qingsheng turned his face helplessly, "I can't make trouble with you anymore today. Your subordinates are waiting for you to have a celebration banquet."

"Come with me to make trouble? What you said is so hurtful, aren't you happy?" Song Qiao's eyes widened.

Taking a deep breath, Si Qing resisted the urge to strangle the person in front of him, "Now, immediately, immediately, get up from me."

After putting on the uniform, Song Qiao returned to her ascetic manner as a dog. She fastened her style button and checked it over in front of the mirror. Well, except for two places under the chin and behind the ears, the rest was basically covered.

There was hair behind the ears, so there was no problem. As for her chin, she raised her chin, and it was okay. It wasn't particularly obvious, just a little red.

Thank you Si Qing for your mercy.

Si Qing moved slower than Song Qiao. She seemed to do everything in a hurry, even changing clothes. Song Qiao watched her naked as she walked into the cloakroom, slowly picked up her underwear and bent over to put it on. Her smooth white back was covered with various kiss marks and bite marks, and further down, her straight and slender legs The same goes for the above.

After pinching her nose, Song Qiao swallowed. Just two steps closer, she heard Si Qing say: "Don't touch me, or your hands will be made into sculptures."

Song Qiao seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. She stood there helplessly, "Can't I even hug you~"

Slowly putting on a soft white shirt, Si Qing buttoned the buttons one by one and glanced at Song Qiao, "No~"

Finally, she got dressed. She was no less formal and neatly dressed than Song Qiao. Two of her shirts were left unbuttoned, exposing her collarbones. She didn't care about the ambiguous red marks on them at all, and those marks matched her indifferent and half-dead expression. The appearance adds a bit of crazy charm.

That's when you look at her face and know that she is a person who doesn't care about anything and is extremely cold and cold. You thought she would always be like this to everyone, but you soon saw her neck. The ambiguous traces on her collarbone all tell you that this cold and powerful woman who looks like a god can actually be emotional.

Just imagining it is enough to drive you crazy.

Song Qiao hugged Si Qing by the way after she came over. She was taller than Si Qing and had a better body than Si Qing. She hugged her who was a little thin and seemed to be able to rub her into her body.

Lowering her head and kissing Si Qing's face, Song Qiao narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Can you please remove the marks on your neck?" she deliberated.

"Why?" Si Qing was unmoved and didn't even think about hugging him back.

"I don't want others to see it, because they will rape you in their heads..." Song Qiao whispered.

"Oh...it's okay, they can't see it, they can only see what I want them to see." Si Qing explained.

Being strong means being awesome.

"Where's the suppressor?" Si Qing asked.

Song Qiao handed it to her, and Si Qing put it on Song Qiao with his own hands. He flicked the red moon with his fingers and showed a pleasant smile on his face, "Good dog~"

The celebration banquet was arranged at the Galaxy Light's high-end banquet hall, and Song Qiao and Si Qing needed to take a shuttle there.

"Who is participating tonight?" Song Qiao asked curiously on the shuttle.

Si Qing yawned, as if he hadn't woken up, "A few old guys from the upper chamber should lower the projections, well, there are also a few people from the lower chamber, I don't know for sure."

"You are the consul!" Song Qiao was speechless.

"There's no need for the consul to know everyone. I only know the people I'm interested in." Si Qing said nonchalantly.

Soon they arrived at the exclusive parking space in the banquet hall. Si Qing still chose to sit in a wheelchair, but this time the person pushing her became Song Qiao.

"Is it really comfortable to sit in a wheelchair? I want to sit in it too." Song Qiao said as he walked.

"I'll give you one next time."

Arriving at the second floor of the banquet hall, Song Qiao pushed Si Qing into a small reception room. Almost as soon as they entered, two people appeared in the room.

There was a man and a woman, both handsome and beautiful. Their age could not be determined by their appearance alone, but Song Qiao felt something very familiar in them, divinity.

There was a superior divinity in their eyes.

They were wearing black and gold robes, their hair was neatly combed, and they stood there with no expression on their faces.

"Nice kid, he completed the first mission so well." The lady on the left said in a gentle voice.

After Si Qing entered here, he returned to his previous appearance, cold and indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything, and as if he was fearless of everything. His crimson pupils were once again covered by the mist, making it difficult to see. Her emotions are unclear.

"Fei, Heng, the elders of the Upper House." Si Qing pointed at them respectively with a cold tone.

"Si Qing, you are really indifferent, and you are not afraid of scaring our new colleagues." Fei said warmly, looking at Song Qiao with her pale golden eyes, "Don't be afraid, we just want to see you briefly, go ahead, the celebration banquet is about to begin, Go and enjoy your glory.”

Song Qiao nodded, and just as he was about to push Si Qing to leave, he heard Heng say: "Si Qing, we have something to tell you."

After a moment of silence, Si Qing waved to Song Qiao.

Before the door closed, Song Qiao looked at Si Qing, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to her, and suddenly felt that at that moment, Si Qing seemed to be swallowed up by something.

She stepped forward in a panic, but the door closed in front of her. She could only stand there, silently digesting the inexplicable emotions that had just appeared.