Chapter 1290: Chapter 1283: Third Person_4
“I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you, let
go!” Qingluan gritted her teeth, her face flushed bright red.
“Since you want to kill , before I die, I have to make sure I get enough out of it,” said Song Xiaodong, grabbing both of Qingluan’s feet and started pinching and kneading them, “Tsk tsk, this is amazing. These feet are worth playing with for a year, no, a lifeti.”
“I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” Qingluan’s body trembled more violently, her eyes were watery, and her face showed a kind of seductive expression, but she was still speaking harshly, though these words completely lacked any intimidation.
“Beg , co on, beg , and I’ll let you go.” Song Xiaodong said with a mischievous smile at Qingluan.
“Ah…you…let
go, I won’t kill you, I won’t kill you,” Qingluan said, feeling both uncomfortable and excited from Song Xiaodong’s squeezing, afraid of making a fool of herself. She didn’t dare to be tough, but still found it very difficult to speak a word of pleading. Her mouth opened several tis, but the words wouldn’t co out.
Song Xiaodong actually didn’t hold a strong grudge against Qingluan now, so seeing her pushed to this point, he couldn’t bear to torture her anymore. He chuckled softly, saying, “Be good next ti, or else I’ll have to handle you like this again.”
With that, Song Xiaodong finally let go of Qingluan’s feet.
As Song Xiaodong’s hands moved away, Qingluan felt an intense sense of loss, almost shouting for Song Xiaodong not to stop.
After calming down for a while, Qingluan regained composure and glanced over at Song Xiaodong lying beside her, who had already fallen into a deep sleep. She felt both ashad and annoyed, and another strong murderous intent surged up.
She raised her hand, aiming it above Song Xiaodong’s head. Even in her weakened state, a single blow would be enough to kill Song Xiaodong.
But Qingluan’s expression kept changing, and after a while, her hand softly lowered, turning her back on Song Xiaodong.
After being tornted by the Restriction every day, she was at her weakest, and she thought she had been hiding it well, but hadn’t realized Song Xiaodong knew all along.
This ant there were countless opportunities for Song Xiaodong to kill her, yet he never acted on it.
Qingluan was proud, and since Song Xiaodong hadn’t taken advantage of her vulnerability, how could she kill Song Xiaodong at this mont?
The next morning, Song Xiaodong was warmly greeted by Qingluan with a storm of attacks, leaving him flattened.
“Phew…that felt great!” Song Xiaodong lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Qingluan glared down at Song Xiaodong, gritting her teeth, “You bastard, let’s see you try touching my feet now.”
“Hehe, can’t do it right now, but I can still try tonight.”
“You…do you really have a death wish?” Qingluan kicked Song Xiaodong away.
Song Xiaodong landed heavily on the ground, saying, “I’m living so happily, why would I want to die? Especially thinking about the srizing feeling of touching your feet, I don’t want to die at all; I plan to play for a year, play for a lifeti.”
“Go to hell!” Qingluan shouted in anger, pouncing over to use Song Xiaodong as a punching bag again.
After so on-and-off beating, when they finally stopped, Qingluan looked at Song Xiaodong’s face, swollen like a pig’s head, and suddenly giggled, “Looks like hitting you like this is satisfying, let’s see if you dare to talk nonsense in the future.”
Song Xiaodong massaged his face and disdainfully said, “One shouldn’t hit the face when fighting, nor reveal shortcomings when cursing; you’ve violated my biggest taboo, we’ll see about this tonight.”
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