Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 589: The Impostor (11)

Ruan Yu did not open his eyes.

The force coming from the cuff was very light, but she was not unaware of it, and she still felt like she was being watched.

She could probably guess Ruan Ruan's thoughts, but she didn't care. After a while, the other party made no further move. Ruan Yu didn't want to pay attention to her, so he simply ignored her presence and made no reaction.

Ruan Yu suddenly opened his eyes when a ball of hot softness came to him in his arms, and there was not much sleepiness in his eyes. She was a light sleeper, so she woke up as soon as she felt touched and subconsciously wanted to take action.

There was an uncomfortable feeling of restraint on her body, and Ruan Ruan was tightly wrapped around her body. The temperature transmitted through several layers of fabric was still hot, and even her breathing was hot. He trembled and rubbed his body uncomfortably in her arms, absorbing the body temperature of another person. His head moved wildly in her arms, and the scar on her heart seemed to bring some dull pain. It will obviously be healed long ago.

Ruan Yu grabbed her cheeks and pushed her face away. His movements were slow, as if he was restraining himself. The tips of his long fingers sank into the soft flesh, and the joints turned white from the force, and veins popped out on the back of the hand, which was covered with a thin layer of flesh.

Her face was gloomy, her pupils staring hard at Ruan Ruan were not reflected in the light, and there was a hint of murderous intent. The fingers that pinched Ruan Ruan's cheeks loosened and moved up the skin to the corners of his eyes, almost touching the eyeballs, as if he couldn't help but poke them in.

Hypocrisy, shallowness, all those calculations are exposed in these eyes. Vicious and...stupid.

His eyes fell on her neck, and the purple palm marks left behind looked more and more terrifying as time went by. The murderous intention becomes stronger.

The fingers that were sliding down were suddenly caught by Ruan Ruan's hand, and he put it against his cheek. He put his palm on the back of her hand and rubbed his cheek impatiently, showing an affectionate expression of dependence.

When his fingers moved, they were pressed with a heavier force. The flesh of his cheeks was deformed by the pressure and sank slightly into the gaps between his fingers. Most of his body was still in Ruan Yu's arms, and his red and white clothes were entangled together.

When he closes his eyes, he looks very obedient.

The scar on her heart was pressed against her again, and she couldn't tell whether it hurt or not - she didn't move. Ruan Yu's face was still gloomy, his palms were gradually soaked with Ruan Ruan's hot body temperature, and the aura around him became more gloomy and irritable, almost suffocating people's breathing. The fire has gone out. Facing another semi-conscious person by a deserted stream, she temporarily tore off her disguise and resumed her original voice. Her voice was extremely cold, with a bit of gritted teeth.

"I really want to kill you," he said.

The sky is bright.

Pei Shiyu followed the ruts and found the carriage Ruan Ruan was riding.

He looked solemnly at the corpse on the ground, with large areas of red and broken limbs in his field of vision. After a quick scan, Ruan Ruan's face was not found, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He dismounted and walked over to lift up the curtain of the overturned carriage and observe the traces inside.

The guard he brought with him also dismounted. Hearing movement behind the bushes, he went over and grabbed someone.

The man kept shouting for mercy and was pressed down in front of Pei Shiyu by two guards.

Pei Shiyu let go of the curtain and turned around, took a knife from the guard, put it on his neck, stopped him from talking nonsense, took out Ruan Ruan's portrait, and asked him, "Where is he?"

"Ying, I guess they haven't been caught yet!" He eagerly wanted to explain, "Originally we didn't dare to take action. Someone paid money to let..."

The blade passed quickly, and his unfinished words were mixed with blood in his throat. The blood spurted from his neck splashed on Pei Shiyu's face, "There is no need to keep anyone alive if I see him again."

He handed the knife out with an expressionless face, and it was still a little late to get the news that she had not returned home.

"Keep looking."