The Killer's Cleansing Manual

Chapter 120 I don’t know who likes to read this kind of content

Qi Zhaomian was a little flustered and stopped him coldly: "Lin Shanjuan!"

Lin Shanjuan turned a deaf ear to her. The skin she touched was cold, which made her even more unhappy.

No matter what the matter is, health is always important, right? I don't know who I'm hurting by doing this, and I don't know how to take care of myself at all.

If I leave in the future and encounter difficulties again, will you still do the same?

What will be your end? How can you live to be a hundred years old?

Without saying a word, she stuffed the man into the warm quilt, lifted the quilt and lay down in it herself, pretending not to hear Qi Zhaomian's resistance and rebuke. After covering him with the quilt, she hugged him in her arms.

Qi Zhaomian became much calmer, but still resisted her.

Lin Shanjuan sighed. "If you don't feel comfortable sharing your troubles with me, that's fine, but I hope you'll cherish yourself. If... if one day, you're surrounded by people who submit to you and fear you, then perhaps no one will dare to care about you anymore."

Qi Zhaomian hadn't yet understood the deeper meaning of her words, and snorted coldly: "I see you dare to care about me, let go!"

For some reason, when Lin Shanjuan thinks about going back now, he always feels a little reluctant.

Instead, she hugged Qi Zhaomian even tighter, and her long legs were stuck between Qi Zhaomian's legs, wrapping her tightly.

"...What if I still dare to care about you in the future, but the distance is too far and I can't care about you, and you can't hug me even if you want me to."

The reluctance in her tone was obvious. Qi Zhaomian stopped struggling and suddenly interpreted it as a sign of parting.

The distance is too far to care about.

I can’t hold it anymore.

She suppressed the reluctance rising in her heart and said stubbornly: "If you were more obedient, I wouldn't be exiled to a remote place."

Is this what she thought was the difference?

Lin Shanjuan laughed and patted her head gently: "Am I still restless? I am the most contented. Other people's wives all follow the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, but look at me, I follow the Sixth Obedience, the Eighth Virtue, the Twelveth Obedience, the Sixteenth Virtue, the Twenty-Four..."

"Alright!" Qi Zhaomian called out, "Do you think I will believe it?"

Lin Shanjuan chuckled: "Why don't you believe the truth?"

The ending tone seemed to contain infinite pampering. Qi Zhaomian lingered in his heart all night. The lingering sour feeling could no longer be held back, breaking through the shackles and revealing a corner.

"The letter is in front of you. I'm afraid you can't remember your identity, or your status as a prince consort."

letter?

Lin Shanjuan sensitively thought of the evidence, and this coupled with Qi Zhaomian's reaction made him suddenly realize!

Is she jealous?

Lin Shanjuan was happy now. She took the initiative to step back a little, holding Qi Zhaomian's face, and smiled even more happily as the latter looked at her in confusion and tried to scold her.

The feeling of being envied by the person you like and being cared about by her is like gulping down a bottle of cold beer after running in the hot summer and your throat is dry.

A refreshing feeling rushed to his head, and Lin Shanjuan kissed Qi Zhaomian on the mouth without hesitation. In this situation, being scolded would be too depressing.

Qi Zhaomian didn't expect her to kiss him suddenly. Feeling at a loss, he wanted to push her away.

She hadn't gotten the explanation she wanted yet, so what was the point of kissing like this now?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Qi Zhaomian bit Lin Shanjuan's lower lip with his teeth, and in an instant, a hint of blood stained the tip of his tongue.

"Um-"

Lin Shanjuan felt pain and looked at her with half-open eyes, but still did not step away. Instead, he turned over more forcefully and pressed Qi Zhaomian down.

Being bitten is better than being scolded.

not to mention……

Qi Zhaomian was indeed very kissable, and she was reluctant to step away for a while.

The sky is hazy and the quilt is warm, it's the perfect time for kissing, isn't it?

Qi Zhaomian was completely suppressed, which was not what she liked. At least, the love letter still existed, and it was a knot in her heart.

Because of this knot in her heart, she doesn't want to do these ambiguous things.

So she gritted her teeth and struggled, but Lin Shanjuan held her hands down with one hand and easily lifted them above her head.

Qi Zhaomian's waist was slightly raised, and this kind of active response made her feel very ashamed. She continued to struggle with a hum.

Lin Shanjuan held her chin with his other hand, not allowing her to escape, and deepened the kiss.

The sound of panting fell on the bed. Qi Zhaomian's face was flushed. He tried his best to breathe in the few moments that Lin Shanjuan gave him. He had no chance to curse at all.

She panted and tried to say some words of resistance, but her voice was so urgent that it sounded like she was trying to resist.

So Lin Shanjuan became even more presumptuous.

She let go of Qi Zhaomian's hand and instead stroked her waist, unable to extricate herself from Qi Zhaomian's breath.

Qi Zhaomian had already forgotten to struggle. Her sensitive waist was being repeatedly groped by Lin Shanjuan's warm palm, and the itchiness it caused was enough to make her will to resist collapse.

Lin Shanjuan began to explain, kissing and touching her, explaining to her while Qi Zhaomian was in a daze.

"...If I really had an affair with someone else, I wouldn't have dared to bring the letter to you, idiot."

Qi Zhaomian opened his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with tears: "You..."

Lin Shanjuan chuckled softly. Seeing her being bullied didn't feel enough, so he kissed her again.

Qi Zhaomian felt like he was floating, deep and shallow, real and unreal, being held up by Lin Shanjuan and rising and falling in the clouds.

She gradually fell in love with the feeling of being pleased, and her arms changed from pushing to hugging, wrapping around Lin Shanjuan's neck and unconsciously clamping her legs together.

The kiss was deep and long, until the light became brighter, until both of their lips lost feeling, until Qi Zhaomian gasped softly, looking at Lin Shanjuan with eyes full of eagerness.

Lin Shanjuan understood the longing in her eyes, and his desire was about to burst out.

"want to?"

Her question was so blunt that it would never be allowed under normal circumstances.

But it happened that in bed, at such an ambiguous moment, it became the most appropriate flirtation.

Qi Zhaomian didn't say anything, or rather, she couldn't make such a shameful request, so she just looked at the person who was supporting her with her watery eyes.

Lin Shanjuan's voice was very low, perhaps because he had been kissing and hadn't spoken for a long time, and there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, which extremely aroused Qi Zhaomian's nerves.

She subconsciously grabbed Lin Shanjuan's underwear, even though she had no strength left.

But Her Royal Highness the Princess has never killed a fish that has been there for ten years, and now the fish is about to bloom, expressing her desire to keep it.

Lin Shanjuan moved closer and pressed on her, their soft bodies pressed against each other, and Qi Zhaomian let out a comfortable sigh.

"I've never liked anyone else. Since I'm your consort, I'm yours. You don't have to worry. I don't have the time to love so many people. Your beauty has already surpassed everyone else."

Love words are sweet and more pleasant to the ear than the corny words in the letter.

Lin Shanjuan's hand moved to his chest and he said with a smile: "Everyone is black and white, only you are colorful, dear."

Qi Zhaomian couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The first ray of sunlight fell on her eyelashes, giving her curled eyelashes a golden edge.

It was daytime, and this thought popped into my mind at an inopportune time.

Qi Zhaomian knew that Xiao'er would come to help him wash and groom himself in a while, so he suppressed the desire in his heart and half-clenched his fist on Lin Shanjuan's shoulder.

"It's... daytime."

Lin Shanjuan looked at the bed curtain thoughtfully: "Do you want me to close it?"