Chapter 1501
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And … it seemed that there was another relationship between Miss Shen and Second Master …
Li Shijin had a guess in his heart, but he couldn't accept it no matter what. He could only clench his teeth and suppress the guess in his heart. He turned around and left the backstage helplessly.
Only Qiushui looked at Shen Wanqing worriedly. Shen Wanqing patted her hand and said softly, "Don't worry about me. Wait for me outside."
Qiushui was coaxed out by Shen Wanqing.
Adjutant Su also left.
In an instant, only Shen Wanqing and Jing Yanxiu were left in the backstage.
The young and ruthless warlord sat lazily on the chair. The military cap pressed down on his hair and half covered his dark and narrow eyes.
He looked cold, casual and dangerous.
"Why are you standing there? Come here."
The young man sat there. He took off his white gloves and put them in his pocket.
Seeing this, Shen Wanqing pursed her lips and walked over.
She licked her slightly dry lips and asked softly, "Second Master …?"
The young man sitting in front of her raised his long eyelashes slightly and looked at her with his dark eyes. He looked calm and peaceful, as if there was no sign of anger at all.
Could it be … that she had recovered?
Just as she thought this, Shen Wanqing was caught off guard by the young man in front of her.
His fingertips that had taken off his gloves were even colder. Without the obstruction of the gloves, this contact made her skin completely stick to her wrist.
He clamped her wrist. Perhaps because he had held a gun for many years, there was a thin layer of calluses on his hand, with a touch of coarseness.
She paused. The next second, her whole body was pulled over.
The slightly cold palm pressed against her back, confining her. Her wrist was also clamped by this man at this moment.
She was forced to come in front of the young man. She bent down and looked at him without blinking.
Shen Wanqing swallowed her saliva and looked at the person in front of her anxiously.
"Your injury has recovered?"
The big hand pressed against her back gently rubbed her previous wound. The gloomy gentleness made her scalp numb.
Before she could say anything, the young man in front of her had already curled his red lips into a cold smile.
"Sing for Young Master Li, huh?"
"If you don't want your waist, I don't mind crippling it in another way."
The warlord's eyes were dark and cold, filled with danger and viciousness. His slightly cold palm was pressed against the back of her waist. Looking into his eyes, Shen Wanqing felt a shiver run down her spine until her scalp went numb.
She deeply believed that this guy would definitely do what he said.
"Second Master …"
With a soft voice, she stretched out her snow-white fingertips and pitifully hooked the young man's sleeve.
The other party only paused for a second because of her soft voice. Then, snow-white and slightly cold fingertips grabbed her chin.
Her thin lips parted slightly.
The words were spat out coldly from his lips.
"Which Master Li do you like, huh? Even if your waist hasn't recovered yet, you still want to perform for him, right? "
Aren't you afraid … aren't you afraid that your waist injury won't heal for the rest of your life?
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