This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

He looked nervously at this beautiful and indifferent face, his black eyelashes trembled slightly, his whole face was flushed red, and his eyes were blurred and emotional.

Breathing staggered, it seems that if you get closer, you can kiss each other's lips.

He eagerly moved closer, that beautiful Ru's face enlarged little by little in front of Shen Yue.

Just when the two were about to kiss, someone pulled the boy's hair from behind.

With a light body, followed by a plop, the boy was thrown to the ground.

The ambiguous atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the air seemed to stagnate all of a sudden.

Shen Yue raised her eyes slightly, looking at Cheng Qiangong with an indifferent expression.

Her skin is cold white without blemishes, but with some sickly paleness. It is not a normal whiteness, but an extreme whiteness.

Maybe it was because the charcoal was burned too much, or because of other factors, the morbid and cold white flesh rendered a layer of rouge-like red.

The placket was also ripped into a mess, exposing the skinny and delicate collarbone.

A very dissolute look.

Is it if he is a little later,
It's about to kiss, or it can go a little too far.

The young man was suddenly torn away, and the force was still very heavy. Without any precautions, he was almost thrown out, and his back hit the sharp corner of the table, making him dizzy in front of his eyes from the pain.

Enduring the pain in his body, he got up and glared at Cheng Qiangong fiercely.

"You are so brave, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of His Highness!"

Cheng Qiangong looked at the young man with a very cold look, and the bones of his clenched fingers began to turn white. He said in a soft tone, "Get out."

It seemed that he was still acting like Mr. Qianqian, as if the person who violently threw the person to the ground and almost broke his bones just now was not him at all.

The boy was not afraid at all. At this moment, he seemed to have endless courage, "You are the one who should go out."

Cheng Qiangong didn't spend too much time talking with him, but looked at Shen Yue who had been too quiet all the time, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Your Highness..."

Shen Yue blinked extremely slowly, her dark eyes trembling slightly, and then looked at Cheng Qiangong.

With a cold tone, "What are you doing here?"

Then he glanced at the young man standing in a strange posture. Her skirt was in a mess, revealing some white and delicate flesh. The light slid down the messy skirt and hid in the depths.

Those eyes looked at Cheng Qiangong, but they didn't reflect his appearance.

He said softly and slowly, "Why did you hit him?"

This sentence seems to be a question, and it seems to be to give the boy a head start.

The veins on the back of Cheng Qiangong's hands were bulging, and he clenched into fists and creaked.

The tip of the teeth bit his tongue, and there was a stabbing pain, blood overflowed, and the faint smell of blood also calmed his brain down.

He clenched his fists and slowed down for a while, then turned his head back to his usual appearance, and then came to Shen Yue.

Bending down, the hot palms still soaked in sticky sweat were pressed against Shen Yue's face.

The overly intimate behavior made Shen Yue tilt her head. This was the first time she avoided Cheng Qiangong's touch. In the past, she stuck to it like a clingy kitten.

Now she turned her face sideways as if disgusted, and her delicate brows were furrowed more and more tightly.

"I can't touch it anymore?" Cheng Qiangong inserted his hand into Shen Yue's hair, and then stroked it back, allowing Shen Yue to reveal those black eyes full of coldness.

Those eyes squinted at him, igniting him like a flame.

The sarcastic voice seemed to be joking, "It's okay for me to touch it, but it's okay for others to touch it, right?"

He gritted his teeth every word, and slowly retracted his fingers, pulling Shen Yue's scalp sorely.

The calm and restrained surface disintegrated, and the suppressed greed appeared uncontrollably in his eyes.

This extremely aggressive look is impossible to ignore.

Shen Yue looked at that face, a very familiar face, which she had silently described countless times in her heart, but now it seemed that it was very strange.

Xi'er's words echoed in her ears all the time, never stopping.

Whether it is true or not, Shen Yue has already made up her mind.

I should have known it earlier, but it was still hard to be cut open with a knife, revealing the bloody truth.

Shen Yue looked at the man's familiar eyebrows and eyes, and was a little confused for a moment.

Cheng Qiangong's expression looked extremely gloomy under the dim light, his lips curled up, and the breath out of his lips was ambiguous, "Didn't you mean the person you like the most? Didn't you mean that those were just acting? He was going to kiss you just now , why don't you push it away? Are you reluctant?"

Shen Yue was in a daze, her mind was in a mess, her heart felt a sharp pain, and after a while, it took a lot of effort to understand this sentence.

Then her complexion changed drastically, her stomach was churning, and her face seemed to still have a sticky/greasy touch, everything made her extremely suffocated.

Her face became very pale, her eyelashes trembled violently, and she said with difficulty, "No..."

The voice was too low, Cheng Qiangong couldn't hear it clearly, and moved closer, the tip of his nose was almost touching the tip of his nose, breathing heavily, "You said..."

Shen Yue's face became paler and paler, and almost her whole body began to tremble, and the feeling of nausea couldn't be restrained.

Then in the next second, Shen Yue pushed him away, walked a few steps, and vomited in the dark.

Xi'er was taken aback, and hurriedly walked over nervously to support Shen Yue, and patted her on the back as if to comfort her.

Shen Yue wanted to push him away, but her legs were so weak that she had no strength at all, and she couldn't even stand upright, let alone push the boy away.

Only Cheng Qiangong, who was still standing there, looked gloomy.

Only when she couldn't vomit anything later did she suppress the disgusting feeling, but it wasn't enough, Shen Yue didn't want to stay in this study at all now.

She didn't want to see these two people.

And the sticky feeling on her face made her face paler, and she even began to nervously rub the person on her face with the back of her hand, as if to wipe away that feeling.

It was Cheng Qiangong who came to stop her self-harming behavior.

When someone grabbed her wrist, Shen Yue raised her head, with an undisguised evil spirit showing between her brows.

Cheng Qiangong's tone was soft and comforting, "If you rub it again, it will break the skin."

Only then did Shen Yue stop.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but her snow-white face was reddened and hot due to the high temperature of the charcoal fire, but her eyes were extraordinarily cold.

Cheng Qiangong took out a handkerchief and wiped the water off her face carefully and gently.

But the next second.

There was a crisp sound of "啪——".

Cheng Qiangong's head was tilted from the beating, red marks appeared on the left side of his white face, and his hand was still in the posture of helping Shen Yue wipe her face.

Hmm... the world is about to end