trap rose

Chapter 3
Suddenly, her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.

Under the dim light, Pei Zhiyao closed his eyes forbearingly.

After calming down the impulse in his heart, he took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the water stains on his fingertips.

He had been looking forward to what was about to happen for eight years.

But if she wasn't willing, he would never force her.

The night light on the bedside was extinguished, and Pei Zhiyao gently hugged the petite person in his arms and let out a heavy sigh.

……

It was dark and cold.

Wen Mian's shoulders were trembling, and he stood there helplessly, listening to the howling wind in his ears.

"Mianmian! Let's go!"

The boy's urgent cry came to his ears.

Before she could react, Wen Mian was held by a big cold hand and started running.

Soon, the world was spinning, and Wen Mian was shocked to find that he was standing on the rooftop of the building.

The boy beside her hurriedly pushed her into the grocery room and walked to the rooftop alone.

"Come at me if you have anything! Don't embarrass Mianmian!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Let that little bitch come out! It's only right that a father's debt be repaid by his daughter!"

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about touching her!"

"Hey! Stop going back! What are you going to do!"

"Come here! Someone jumped off the building!"

The quarrel outside came through the crack of the ajar door. Wen Mian's heart was beating fast, but his eyes became moist without knowing when.

It's Ah Xuan!
She wants to get out, she wants to save him!
But her feet seemed to have been weighed down by a thousand pounds and could not move.

The door suddenly opened, and Wen Mian suddenly appeared at the bottom of the building.

The young man who once laughed and laughed fell into a pool of blood and lost his breath forever...

Wen Mian trembled all over and cried out uncontrollably——

"Axuan——"...

"Wen Mian? Wen Mian?"

The voice came closer and closer, as if it was eager to take Wen Mian away from here.

Wen Mian woke up suddenly, breathing rapidly like a drowning person.

The vision gradually became clearer, and the warm morning light shone into the room, finally warming Wen Mian's cold hands a little.

Pei Zhiyao's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the joints of his fingers were slightly white from excessive exertion.

She was clearly sleeping next to him last night, but she was calling Zhao Moxuan's name.

What a great humiliation for him!
Finally, Wen Mian came to his senses and looked at Pei Zhiyao beside him.

He was wearing a bathrobe loosely, revealing his beautiful muscle lines and perfect inverted triangle figure, coupled with his handsome face that angered both men and gods. The faint scar on his eyebrow bone made this face too ascetic. A bit naughty, not to mention very flirtatious.

In his mind, the scene that made people blush last night appeared again unconsciously.

In an instant, Wen Mian blushed and wanted to leave in a hurry, not noticing Pei Zhiyao's gloomy expression.

As soon as he opened the door, a familiar face came into view.

Wen Mian's movements paused, and his face turned as cold as ice for a moment.

It’s true that misfortunes never come singly, I met Pei Qingqing again!
Pei Qingqing was wearing a small fragrant suit, and her face with exquisite makeup was full of astonishment.

When her eyes touched Wen Mian's messy collar and skirt, hatred flashed in her eyes.

"Wen Mian? Why are you in my brother's room?"

A man and a woman alone, living in the same room with messy clothes.

Pei Qingqing had some guesses.

Wen Mian's face was condensed, and he obviously had no intention of talking to him, so he turned sideways to get around.

But Pei Qingqing still blocked her reluctantly, her almond-shaped eyes full of hostility, as if she couldn't leave until she explained clearly today.

Invisibly, a smell of gunpowder filled the air.

(End of this chapter)