Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 610: The Impostor (32)

Song Qiyuan stopped where he was after being hugged by her. "You are too slow. We can't waste any more time."

Before he could finish, Ruan Ruan felt relieved by his rejection. Her legs went weak and she was about to kneel down. Her upper body loosely hugged him and slid down. She collapsed to the ground and refused to get up even if she died.

call……

She wiped the sweat off her face and breathed heavily. Even if Pei appeared in front of her, she couldn't run.

call……

Just hold his thigh and beg for mercy——

Someone should plead for her, right?

call……

No, I just offended someone two days ago...

But doesn't he like her?

"Is it really that exaggerated? If you let yourself slack off now, it will be hard to persevere later."

Song Qiyuan squatted down in front of her and said this with a smile. Ruan Ruan looked up and rolled her eyes at him. Now it was already the limit. What else could she do after that? It was dark and the road was not clear.

He straightened his clothes and sat down, looking like he wanted to talk to her, as if he wasn't the one who was anxious just now. He straightened the hair that was stuck to Ruan's face, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and locked his eyes on her, "I can't bear to let you leave me like this. If possible, I want to hide you by my side and see you all the time..." He held his face with one hand, "We probably won't be able to see each other for a long time after this, no matter what the outcome is... Can you continue to stay with me?"

[…You mean, you want me to die for you?]
He looked into her eyes seriously, his clear and bright eyes showing some natural innocence, "Don't you want to?" She lowered her eyes.

……

Ruan Ruan lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, her fingers nervously grasping a corner of the fabric beside her. Song Qiyuan stood up and tried to pull her up, but she did not follow his force and held his hand, [Are you going to kill me?]
“Hmm——”!
The fingertips of her right hand traced tingling sensations on his palm. Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. The hand that was pinching his clothes loosened quietly and she pulled out the dagger hidden in her boot. Her mind went blank as she stabbed him. She never thought she would succeed until she heard his cry of pain.

It sank into the abdomen...

The finger that was scratching on his palm was tightly grasped, and the other hand held the handle of the dagger. The hot blood almost poured into her hand, thick and sticky, and the smell was so strong that it made her feel sick. Song Qiyuan grabbed her hand, and the place where the skin touched was wet and sticky. He complained and seemed depressed, "You are so cruel to me, and you still want to distract me." He didn't fight back.

Both of her hands were controlled by him. Ruan Ruan looked panicked as if she was forced to do this. He seemed a little dazed, and her eyes dimmed. When she met his eyes, the tears in Ruan Ruan's eyes fell, blurring the emotions in his eyes. He turned his head slightly, as if he didn't want her to see. She didn't even think he would be sad.

No matter what, I can't stop now. She closed her eyes and pushed him away. The mountain road was steep. Ruan Ruan listened to the sound of him falling down, and then she sat on the ground gasping for breath. If you still remember the promise you made to her, then this is what she wants... She absolutely does not want to die!
It took her a while to realize that she was still holding the dagger tightly, on which she had applied a sleeping potion.

Hearing the footsteps approaching undisguisedly, he raised the dagger towards the person like a frightened bird, and found that his hands were shaking so badly, "Hey, your hands are still shaking after all these years?" That was how she stabbed the knife into his chest while crying and shaking with her hands.

No improvement at all.

Ruan Yu strode up to her and squatted down, snatching the knife from her hand. With a "tsk", he wiped the blood off her hand onto his clothes. "Were you also so distraught about me at the beginning? Or is he different?" His tone was a little sour.

Ruan Ruan let him wipe her hands, her reaction was a little slow, and she was stunned for a while, [Have you been following me?]
His eyes were bright in the night, and he thought of something and said fiercely, "Is it not possible?"

"…Don't think I've forgiven you."

After a while, "Would you consider coming with me now?"