Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 293 - Just like your first makeup
When he turned his eyes to the wound that was entangled like a ferocious centipede on her lower abdomen, his hands paused, looking at the wound that made him tremble with fear.

Although time had passed, the wound was still dark red, like a coquettish dahlia blooming after the pain had been pierced to the marrow, stinging his eyes.

"Sikong Que!!"

Oops, I just wandered too far away, but I didn't realize that she had already woken up at some point. At this time, she was full of anger, her willow eyebrows were raised upside down, and she was clutching her chest as if she was facing an enemy.

That guarded appearance actually regarded him as a disciple who took advantage of others' danger.

He showed a bitter smile sadly, is this still his fault?
"Your clothes are soaked. I was worried that you would catch a cold, so I dried it for you... It's nothing else! Don't get me wrong!"

"what did you do to me!"

Hu Yan lightly raised his eyebrows in embarrassment and annoyance, he waved his fist feebly, and greeted Sikong Que hysterically.

"呲..."

She was surprised to hear him gasp in pain.

She put the liquid to the tip of her nose suspiciously, and before she got close, she smelled a pungent smell of blood.

"Sikong Que...! You are injured..."

She knew that it must have been injured by the lancet in her hand when she fell off the cliff.

After carefully perceiving her whole body, she didn't find any strange feeling on her body, so she let out a long breath of relief.

"Your clothes! I'll help you..."

"No need!"

Like a ghost, she quickly snatched her clothes that had already dried out, and pulled a stinky face.

"Light brow..."

"Call me Huyan Qingmei or Fengshengnvdi!"

She categorically interrupted Sikong Que's title of her. Whenever he called himself Qingmei, he always used her to express his feelings for another person through her words, and Qin Yin was the same.

At this time, deep jealousy surged in her heart. She was jealous that this woman with the same name as herself, He Dehe Neng, could win the admiration of so many outstanding men at the same time.

This is why Sikong Que said that when Tianzhao canceled her engagement with Qin Yin, she could remain indifferent.

She doesn't want to be anyone's shadow or substitute, otherwise, she would rather die alone.

"May I ask you, are I and Queen Wei really similar? Why do you both mistake me for her?"

"Why have you never suspected that you are her?"

At this time, Sikong Que felt annoyed for no reason, and it was revealed from her words that Qin Yin also knew her real identity.

But he still chose to marry her. If it wasn't for Dayan's long-planned civil strife, wouldn't Qin Yin...

"hateful!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fist angrily, and punched the ground covered with granite.

Huyan Qingmei was taken aback by his out-of-control rage, and by the time she realized it, Sikong Que had already withdrawn his punching wind, panting heavily because of extreme anger.

"You are crazy!"

She didn't know why her heart was hurting at this moment, so she groped to lift his palm.

Caressing the back of his bloody hand inch by inch, carefully removing the gravel embedded in the flesh.

"Qingmei! I almost missed you again!"

Sikong Que suddenly pulled her into his arms with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to carve her into his bone marrow and rub her into his chest before he would stop.

"Sikong Que! Calm down! I am not Li Qingmei! I am..."

"Just pretend you're not her! Can you pretend you're her! Just for a moment! Please!"

She really wanted to break free from his shackles, but her fingertips ran across his bare chest, and bursts of bloody warmth caused her struggling hands to shrink back in palpitations.

(End of this chapter)