Eight Hundred and Seventeen I Would Rather Die than Surrender

"pain……"

Late at night, on the bed, the woman hummed softly, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled. br>

She was really in pain, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and her injured white wrist retracted.

That sound made the silent man beside him breathe even harder, "Move gently!"

"Brother, it's you who tortured her like this." Tang Song wrapped gauze around the woman's cut wrist. Although he complained, the movements of his hands were much gentler. .

Tang Jue's pupils shrank, and his eyes revealed a lot of distress.

Finally, he took a deep look at the pale girl on the bed.

"I'm going to go out and take a breath. Come find me after bandaging." He stood up and put out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Yes." Tang Song nodded, looked at the back thoughtfully, and then looked at the girl on the bed. Who is this girl? He actually made Tang Jue fall in love with him.

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After just wrapping it in gauze and cutting it out with scissors, the weak woman slowly opened her eyes on the bed.

When she saw Tang Song, a trace of doubt flashed in her calm pupils.

"Tang Song, Tang Jue's younger brother." Tang Song took the initiative to introduce himself.

"...Oh." Her voice was very soft and weak. She looked around and looked at him, "Can I leave now?"

Tang Song shook his head, "It seems that you still don't understand my brother's temperament. If he doesn't speak, you can't fly."

"..." Qiqi stopped saying anything, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a darkness in her eyes.

Tang and Song Dynasties have always known how to cherish fragrance and cherish jade, and they couldn't bear to see it.

"I'll help you persuade my brother later. Maybe he will agree after being soft-hearted." However, that's all Tang and Song said.

Who is Tang Jue?

She looks charming and harmless on the outside, but her actions are cruel and ruthless. In his world, there is no retreat, no room, and no tolerance. It is easier to make him relent than to turn stone into dough.

She obviously knew it too,

He just said "thank you" softly and closed his eyes again.

The Tang and Song dynasties especially despised Tang Jue. How could a man like him be so frail as to force the overlord to bow down to her? As a result, someone almost died.

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On the terrace.

Tang Jue stood there in a smoky gray nightgown, with his chest slightly open. On his sexy chest were the teeth marks left by the girl when she struggled. The tide of love was about to dissipate, and he was full of ambiguity and infatuation, which made his already good-looking face , becoming more and more obsessed and seductive.

Just now, he almost...almost killed her...

His Qiqi...

"Brother." At this moment, Tang Song came over.

Tang Jue didn't look back, but just took a drag on his cigarette. The rising smoke hid his emotions. He asked quietly: "How's it going?"

"The wound was very deep. It looked like he really didn't want to survive."

"..." The cigarette butt in Tang Jue's hand was pressed out hard. There is a bit more complicated emotions on the charming face. It seemed like regret, but also like deep love.

Tonight, he tied her over and wanted her.

Very much.

She retreated steadily on his bed, and in the end, she took the saber that was just a decoration on his bedside and committed suicide by slitting her wrists.

Thinking back again, Tang Jue still felt a little shocked. In his memory, she was always gentle, like a pool of spring water. However, I didn't expect that she also has such a strong side in her heart.

What kind of woman does Tang Jue not have? But now, he just wants this woman who would rather die than have him!

"She just woke up. Brother, I think she is quite pitiful. Why don't you let her go..." Tang Song did not forget his mission.

"Go to bed after taking care of the wound." Tang Jue suddenly spoke, interrupting Tang Song's words. The tone is flat and emotionless.

Tang Song choked and shrugged, "Okay, I tried my best. But, brother, it's useless to force a woman to stay. Besides, everyone is already married, why are you?"

marry.

Yes, his precious Qiqi actually dared to marry another man! But so what? He still wants to fix her!

"Let's go!" Tang Jue raised his thin lips and uttered only one word.

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bedroom.

Tang Jue pushed open the door and entered.

She slept there quietly, with the servant watching over her, afraid of another accident. Seeing him come in, he quickly stood up and greeted him respectfully: "Young Master."

"Everyone, get out." His voice was low, and his voice was beautiful, gorgeous and coquettish.

The servants all knew that he was in a bad mood today, so they didn't dare to be lazy for a moment and hurried out.

She didn't wake up.

Breathe evenly and shallowly. Only her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, obviously she didn't sleep very peacefully.

Qiqi, long time no see...

A few years have passed, and his Qiqi has grown up a lot...

Tang Jue stood by the bed for a while, leaning over and staring at her. The next moment, he opened the quilt and lay down on the bed. He reached across his long arm and gently lifted her head up, letting her rest on his arm.

His movements were not heavy, but she woke up immediately.

When she opened her eyes and saw him, she was obviously frightened. With a slight gasp, he almost used all his strength to sit up.

Tang Jue pushed her down.

"Don't move..."

There was a bit of suppressed anger in his voice... and also, distress. Afraid that she would hurt her hand by moving around.

He turned over, placed one hand on her side, and held her head from behind with the other.

She was very good and didn't move. He just frowned again and closed his eyes nervously, as if he felt that all this was a dream.

She really hoped this was a dream...

"Open your eyes when you wake up." Tang Jue said, his voice as gentle as water, without any attack or threat.

He looked like the same person as the man who had just violently tried to rape her like a wild beast. If she hadn't understood his methods, she might have been lost in his tenderness.

She didn't move.

His fingers pinched the sheets beneath him.

"Qiqi, look at me. I'll count to three. If I can't do it..."

Without him starting to count, her fan-like eyelashes slowly lifted, and her black and white eyes opened to meet his.

Two people, very close to each other. His beautiful face that turned all living beings upside down was completely reflected in her eyes, and it was so beautiful that she felt frightened. This man is so beautiful that even women cannot compare to him.

"What do you want to tell me?" he suddenly asked.

"..." She shook her head. If possible, she hoped she wouldn't have to see him again. This man had been a nightmare that had haunted her for many years!

"Since you have nothing to say, let me speak."

"……you say."

"Do you know why I have raised you for so many years?"

Qiqi looked at him, sizing him up for a while, and then said in a cool tone: "Did you feel guilty for killing my father back then?"

He was startled, and then smiled coolly, "Qiqi, guilt is never in my dictionary, Tang Jue. No matter who I kill, they are all the people who really deserve to die."

When he smiled, he was charming, harmless and pure; but the words he spoke were clearly bloodthirsty and ruthless.