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Chapter 649 The Round Table and the Twelve Knights (62)

Tired, with a complicated and anxious mood, and falling asleep very late last night, Si Jiu fell asleep on the bed for a while.

She was so tired, but she didn't sleep well.

In a daze, she felt as if someone had entered her room, approached her, and looked at her silently.

Si Jiu was a little terrified, and suddenly opened his eyes in fright.

But when she saw clearly who the person in front of her was, she couldn't control her surprise and whispered, "Qi Yan?!"

Her hair was neatly styled, she wore earrings, and she looked at her with a smile on her peach blossom eyes—who else could it be if it wasn't Qi Yan!
Si Jiu sat up abruptly, as if he was a thief, while looking around uneasily, for fear that someone would rush in and capture Qi Yan on the spot, while nervously grabbing his arm, he lowered his voice, "Why are you here?" How did you get here? You were also arrested by them, right? No...Qi Yan, what happened to the fingerprints on the safe passage door of Yese mansion?

Why did you show up at the murder scene?
The police are looking for you now, you know? "

She said a lot in a row, then took a long breath, and was about to finish asking what she wanted to ask, but just as she opened her mouth, Qi Yan squeezed her lips with two fingers with a smile.

"Pinch the nest!" She glared angrily.

"Hush—" Qi Yan hissed with his mouth pouted, "If you keep arguing, do you want to quarrel everyone?"

He said it as if he was afraid of the people here, but his expression was not like that, it was very relaxed and even happy.

Seeing that Si Jiu stopped trying to quarrel, and was slapped dissatisfied by her, Qi Yan let go of her mouth, but poked his finger on her cheek, "It seems that you are doing well, can you be careless?" Sleeping in broad daylight without lungs."

"What can I do if I don't sleep? Or should I seek death?"

"Hey—don't poke me, it hurts."

She pinched Qi Yan's mischievous index finger in dissatisfaction.

Qi Yan's eyes swept over the not-so-obvious fingerprints on her cheeks, which must have been made by someone rubbing her fingers down.

Under the surface of the seemingly passionate gaze is a pool of bottomless black eyes, but unfortunately, few people can see clearly his insides through his smiling expression and the passionate eyes at first glance.

"I told you to go home with me, but you must not listen. Look, you must have been taken away." Qi Yan let her hold his fingers without breaking free, looked at her and said with a smile.

Si Jiu rolled his eyes at him, "Didn't you be arrested?"

"Do you look like it?"

Si Jiu sized him up for a while, and he was still in the mood to do styling and spray perfume. He looked neat, clean and beautiful, not likely to be arrested.

"So you're here to save me? How did you slip in? Let me tell you, this place is so evil, open one door after another, otherwise it's just repeated rooms and corridors, you can't get out at all , That’s probably how ghosts hit the wall.”

Qi Yan waited patiently for her to finish, and then said, "I'm not here to save you."

Sijiu said "Ah—?", opening his mouth in a funny way.

"I'm here to have a private meeting with you." Qi Yan leaned closer, his voice getting more tired, "Or, it's okay to have an affair."

Secretary of Wine: "..."

Qi Yan: "Pfft ha ha ha ha ha..."

Perhaps it was Si Jiu who switched back and forth between the two expressions of "shocking my mother" and "send you to the west". I don't know what expression to put on. It's too ridiculous. The appearance of the body.

Si Jiu's face was covered with black lines.

To be honest, she and Qi Yan knew each other when they were teenagers, and they had been classmates for several years. She always thought that Qi Yan was sometimes like a showman, and more often like a psycho.

But she didn't expect him to be so sick.

　Qi Yan: I really came to tq (￣▽￣)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)