Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 183 Careful work (17)

Ruan Ruan was led towards the interrogation room.

The eyelids were covered with a black tie, made of slightly rough silk material, tied with a knot on the back of the head, and pressed on the long hair hanging down. From a distance, it looked like some special decoration.

There was darkness in the field of vision, and the cold wind seemed to pour into the clothes from all directions. The dull sound of the high heels under her feet echoed on the ground, and all her perceptions were focused on the hand that Pei Shuyan was holding her.

The cold palm grasped her wrist casually and led her forward slowly, without any hint of impatience.The moans and screams could not be discerned from the direction they came from, and they seemed to be very close at hand, rushing to pour into her ears.

Fear grew little by little in the unknown. Unknowingly, her body temperature was lost, and a layer of cold sweat soaked her thin light blue cheongsam on her back. The only thing she could hold at the moment was his cold hand.

The hard bones pressed against her palms. She pursed her lips, tightened her palms, and lost control of her grip on him.

She heard the sound of the door opening, and could faintly feel the light and shadow in front of her through the black silk tie. The knot on the back of her head was loosened, and the feeling of being constrained by her eyelids disappeared.

Her eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes. She was not used to being suddenly exposed to the bright incandescent light. After a while, she opened her eyes completely. The scene that greeted her eyes was completely different from what she had imagined.

Unexpectedly, the interrogation room was very clean, even filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. The torture instruments on the side showed traces of use. They looked a little worn and old, but there was no flesh and blood left at all. They were cold under the light. of reflecting light.

The face of the woman who was placed on the wooden frame looked very familiar. He helped her put on her shoes in the afternoon. But now she was hanging here half-dead. Her face was pale and she seemed to be dead, and her breathing was weak.

Ruan Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and then began to beat wildly and erratically. His whole body wanted to tremble uncontrollably, and he could hardly speak.

"Why are you nervous?" An indifferent voice came from behind her, and his cold fingertips fiddled with her slightly messy hair after untying her tie, and straightened it for her.

During the movement, his fingertips traced her skin, touching her obvious cold sweat, and his pale fingertips were moist.

He didn't mean to ask her to answer immediately. He sat on the somewhat crude wooden chair provided in the interrogation room, then held her and sat on the moon. There were explosive muscles under the buttocks, which could not be touched by the feet wearing high heels. The small red mole on the ankle bone swayed with the white feet.

The soldiers nearby looked intently, not daring to move their eyes even once.

"She bit her tongue and committed suicide before she could be interrogated. What do you think I should do with her?"

Ruan Ruan lowered his head, revealing a large piece of white skin on the back of his neck. When he heard what he said, his pupils trembled, and his petite body nestled into his arms. He could not hide his panicked heartbeat, "I'm so scared. It scares me to think that I was so close to her in the afternoon..."

"Why do you insist on letting me come see her? Do you suspect that I am colluding with her?"

Ruan Ruan's eyes were filled with tears, and his curled eyelashes were stained with water. His voice was sticky and nasal, a little aggrieved, "Then why are you still holding me? Aren't you worried that I am also a spy?"

As he spoke, he made no move to push him away, only making two symbolic movements.

Under his faint eyes, Ruan Ruan stopped moving and leaned softly into his arms.

There was a hot dampness soaking into the fabric on his chest.

(End of this chapter)