Chapter 1133
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Feng Lingxue froze, looking at him in shock.
What did he just say?
Xuan Ying got up slowly, his silver face looked especially dazzling under the light. He stepped over the pool of blood with his heavy military boots and approached her. "Do you need me to repeat myself?"
"…"
He really wanted to check?
He wanted to check if she was really on her period.
Xuan Ying lifted her chin with his long fingers. "Do you know what kind of people I hate the most? They're … people who lie to me. "
With that, his calloused fingers caressed her chin. "Feng Lingxue, you've already lied to me once. You won't lie to me a second time, right?"
Feng Lingxue shook her head. "Master, I don't dare to."
"That's good. If you dare lie to me a second time, I'll … kill you." He let go of her chin.
Feng Lingxue lay on the sofa.
Xuan Ying walked in front, lifting up her skirt and revealing her slender, fair legs.
She was wearing a nude lace underwear. He looked at it, hooking a corner of the lace underwear and pulling it down …
Feng Lingxue's lashes quivered. It was a little humiliating to be checked by him like this.
But she wasn't afraid.
Because she had put on a tampon and even dripped some red liquid on it.
It was just a precautionary measure, but she didn't expect it to come in handy now.
At this moment, Xuan Ying let go of her.
Feng Lingxue quickly tidied up her dress. "Master, I'm not lying to you. I'm really on my period. Women have their period once a month."
Xuan Ying sat on the sofa, his eyes burning with anger. "How many days do you need?"
"Around seven days."
Xuan Ying pursed his lips, his hand moving under her skirt again, caressing her slender legs.
What was wrong with him?
Even though they were separated by such a distance, she could still feel his hot breath and his arousal. She quickly pressed his large palm down. "You can't. You're going to … give me a gynecological disease if you do this."
Hearing this, Xuan Ying retracted his hand.
Feng Lingxue moved deeper into the sofa, away from him.
At this moment, the man's hand reached over and took her pearl handbag.
She held her breath, obviously not expecting him to take her bag.
Handbags were personal belongings. Any man with status and self-restraint would not touch them, be it gentlemen or disdain.
He was already the Silver Mask King now, yet he still flipped through her bag.
She had placed the card that Gu Mohan had given her in her bag.
Just now, when she tugged at her bag, this subtle movement was seen by him. His gaze was too sharp.
Did he discover something?
Feng Lingxue reached out to snatch it back. "Give me back my bag!"
Xuan Ying raised his arm, reaching a height where she couldn't reach. His bloodshot eyes scanned every inch of her beautiful face, not letting go of any expression on her face. "Are you nervous or are you guilty? Is there something in the bag that you can't see?"
"No …"
The zipper of the bag was unzipped and Xuan Ying's hand reached inside.
Feng Lingxue's eyes narrowed. Just then, something came to her mind.
It was a red string with a small stone dangling from it.
Xuan Ying lowered his eyes to look at it. It was a small green stone. It was quite special but it didn't look expensive. It looked like it was picked up from the beach.
Feng Lingxue's breathing stopped. Her stone!
She got up and dashed over. "Give me the stone!"
Xuan Ying looked at her. She was really nervous. She treated the stone as her treasure. "A gift from a man?"
"No! It's not! "
Xuan Ying raised his hand, throwing the stone out of the window.
No!
Feng Lingxue's breathing faltered. She turned around and pounced towards the window to pick up the pebble she had dropped.
Xuan Ying watched as she pounced towards the window. The window was open and they were on the eighth floor. She lost her footing and fell out of the window.
She was really risking her life just to pick up a small stone.
It was almost an instinctive action. It was obvious how important the stone was to her.
His eyes darkened and his thin lips formed a cold line. His tall figure dashed over like a flash of lightning, holding her waist and pulling her into his arms. "Do you want to die?"
Feng Lingxue was leaning against the window. She couldn't hear what he was saying at all. She was looking for the stone.
"My stone … let go of me. I want to pick up my stone!" She struggled with all her might, using her hands and feet to hit him.
Xuan Ying held onto her shoulder and pushed her against the wall. She was screaming hysterically, just like … a lunatic who had lost control of her emotions.
He had never seen her so out of control.
"Do you want to die? I spent so much money to buy you. I haven't even played with you yet. How can I let you die? "
With that, a red string appeared in his hand. It was her stone. "I didn't lose it. It's here."
Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes to look. It was really her stone.
She quickly snatched the stone back, muttering to herself, "That's great, you didn't lose it. You didn't lose it …"
At this moment, a large palm reached over and grabbed her palm-sized face, pushing the back of her head against the cold wall.
He retracted his hand, squeezing her face until it was almost deformed. He looked at her and smiled. "Tell me, which man gave this stone to you?"
Feng Lingxue looked at his black glassy eyes, gradually regaining her composure. "It wasn't given to me by a man. I bought it myself."
Xuan Ying didn't know which of her words were true and which were lies. Three years ago, he already knew that this woman was full of lies.
"You bought it? Where did you get the money from? Wasn't it dirty money given to you by those men? "He mocked her mercilessly.
Feng Lingxue lowered her head, her hands digging into the wall. "I do this for a living. Is this the first time Silver Mask King knows about this? Regardless of whether it's men or women, they all call me a prostitute and a whore. Didn't you call me that too?"
Xuan Ying's heart felt as though it had been stung by a bee. It hurt all over.
At this moment, her head was lowered and he couldn't see the expression on her face. But her slightly hoarse voice was laced with a tinge of mockery and helplessness.
He carried her up and walked over to sit on the sofa, letting her sit on his muscular thighs.
He caressed her face gently, but his words were cold. "Did we accuse you wrongly?"
Feng Lingxue held the stone in her hands, using her body heat to warm it up. She shook her head slowly. "No … Master, can I keep it?"
"It depends on your performance." With that, Xuan Ying held her hand, placing it on the black leather belt around his waist.
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