Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 295 That's it?

Her pupils narrowed slightly, and the hands hanging in front of her tightly grabbed the quilt.

"Xizhu, Xizhu..."

Her voice overflowed with difficulty, and she subconsciously moved back.

Hearing this uneasiness, the man lowered his eyes to look at her flustered little face with probing eyes.

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

He leaned down and reached out.

"Do not touch me!"

Shen Qianqiao suddenly raised her voice, reacting very violently.

The man's hands froze, his eyes flickered across the darkness, and he looked at the pale face that was close at hand.

He passed the tea gu over again: "Drink it."

Through the faint light, Shen Qianqiao glanced at the man's hand, then raised her hand subconsciously to touch her face.

Smooth and delicate, without those uneven scars that made her painful and itchy.

Her eyes were a little dazed, and her eyes fell on the person in front of her again.

In the dark night, her throat was a little hoarse, and she asked tentatively: "Master?"

Hearing this voice, the man was cautious and didn't think too much. He said impatiently, "Don't you want to drink water?"

Shen Qianqiao's body trembled at the sound of fright, but she still suppressed her panic and raised her head to look around.

"Could it be that I still want to feed you for the teacher?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of danger in his words.

Shen Qianqiao was shocked, her eyes widened, and she was a little dazed: "Are you really the master?"

"Oh, otherwise, who else do you think it is?" A big thick hand stretched out to pinch her jaw, and the man's cold eyes stared at her: "Who did you think of this deity just now?"

Shen Qianqiao's eyes became clearer, the pain in her jaw made her frowned, and she softly groaned: "Master, Qianqiao hurts..."

The strength in the man's hand couldn't help being a little lighter, and he stared at her with deep and dark eyes: "Are you afraid of this deity?"

Sensing his relaxation, Shen Qianqiao thought about it, and said pitifully, "Master, I'm thirsty."

The man paused, meeting her black and white watery eyes, he let go of his hand and passed the tea gu over.

Shen Qianqiao quickly took it and drank it in one gulp.

The bursts of swallowing sounds showed that she was very thirsty at this time, just like a cat.

The corner of the man's mouth slightly curled up, and he turned and left the bed.

Shen Qianqiao stared at him, seeing him go away, she was relieved.

After drinking the water, she struggled to get out of bed and groped her way to the candlestick.

After a while, the lights came on in the room, sweeping away the darkness, and everything around was very clear.

Shen Qianqiao turned around slowly, and what caught her eyes was the man in a black dragon robe, and the silver mask glowed with a faint cold light.

Her heart trembled, and she gradually calmed down: "Master's coming this late at night can really scare the disciples."

The man raised his eyelids, his eyes were deep and dark, and he looked at her quietly.

Shen Qianqiao was a little terrified by his gaze, she pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

"Why are you afraid of this deity?" The man still said the same thing, he moved the blood jade wrench on his thumb, with a little bit of inquisitiveness in his eyes.

Shen Qianqiao was slightly taken aback, and felt that his words were really strange, didn't he just want her to be afraid of him?
"The master threatens the life of the disciple at every turn, shouldn't the disciple be afraid of the master?"

There was ridicule and self-deprecation in Shen Qianqiao's words, and she hated the man in front of her heart.

"That's it?" The man's eyes darkened, and his thin lips were drawn into a straight line.

"Otherwise, what does Master think?" Shen Qianqiao raised her eyes, her eyes were cold.

(End of this chapter)