Li Qiqi tried to steady her breathing as she replied.
“Brother Xiao, the fruit, the fruit platter is dirty. I’ll go get you a new one.”
“It’s okay, it’s more exciting to eat it with blood.”
Qiao Xiao sized Li Qiqi up and down. The heavy makeup was one thing, but her taste in clothes wasn’t great either!
Other beauties wore short skirts to promote sales, even in winter, exposing their thighs.
But she was wearing a long white down jacket, wrapped tightly from the neck down, like a rice dumpling, or a snowball. There was nowhere to see what he wanted to see.
Boring!
“Ugly freak, can you sing?”
Li Qiqi didn’t dare to deny it and nodded obediently.
Qiao Xiao inexplicably found her trembling, scared, and dejected appearance amusing, and even suspected whether this woman was really an employee here.
He raised his right hand slightly and beckoned Li Qiqi with his finger.
“Close the door and come over.”
Li Qiqi obediently did as she was told.
When she passed by Qi Xiaoye, Ma Liu had already finished drinking the wine in the glass and was chewing on that “ingredient” with a painful expression, making a crisp “crunching” sound in his mouth.
Li Qiqi took a difficult step, afraid to even breathe too hard.
It happened that Qi Xiaoye stood up.
The man’s broad and sturdy back touched the edge of the fruit platter that Li Qiqi was holding, causing Li Qiqi’s already tense emotions to completely collapse.
She stared at the still-bloody dagger in Qi Xiaoye’s hand, and when she thought of the bloody sack that night, her legs couldn’t help but weaken, and she couldn’t stand anymore.
With a “thump,” she fell to the ground.
The fruit platter in her hand fell with it, and the colorful fruits scattered all over the floor.
The nauseating stench of blood and the sweet aroma of fruit crazily lingered, filling the entire private room.
Qi Xiaoye lowered his eyes and glanced at Li Qiqi.
The girl’s trembling pupils were a little scattered, but they couldn’t hide the beautiful and clear light inside. These big eyes, stained with tears, were as crystal clear and bright as a deer’s.
Also… a little familiar.
Qi Xiaoye hooked his lips and squatted next to Li Qiqi.
The dagger flashing with cold light spun in Qi Xiaoye’s palm, and then he held it again, aiming at the position of Li Qiqi’s shoulder and slashing decisively.
“Tear—”
The sharp tip of the knife instantly cut through the material of the down jacket, and the inferior white filling inside floated between the two like cotton wool, flying everywhere.
Qi Xiaoye raised his hand and waved it away in disgust.
The movement of his right hand holding the knife did not decrease, and he cut open the snow-white inner lining and the shoulder straps of the underwear that Li Qiqi was wearing inside.
The lifelike butterfly tattoo on Li Qiqi’s shoulder was completely revealed.
So beautiful…
Qi Xiaoye narrowed his eyes, and the tip of the knife in his hand gently traced the delicate outline of the butterfly tattoo.
From the shoulder to the collarbone…
Different from the heavy foundation on her face, the girl’s skin hidden under the fabric was very white and tender, smooth and delicate, as fragrant and tempting as suet jade.
The lines of the collarbone were perfect and smooth, and the butterfly perched on it was unbelievably beautiful.
Seeing Qi Xiaoye’s eyes darken slightly, his sexy and sharp Adam’s apple rolled up and down unconsciously.
A fire-like restlessness out in his body, and the hidden little monster was ready to move.
This throbbing was fresh and interesting, and Qi Xiaoye was a little comfortable, but Li Qiqi was scared to death.
The cold metallic texture of the tip of the knife stimulated Li Qiqi’s already fragile brain nerves.
While her body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes stared at the dagger in Qi Xiaoye’s hand, which was wantonly wandering.
Seeing the dagger trace a circle along the butterfly tattoo, the sharp tip stopped at the place on her shoulder where there should have been a scar.
The fear in Li Qiqi’s heart finally reached its peak.
Maybe in less than a second, Qi Xiaoye would see through her disguise, directly cut her throat with the dagger, and take her life!
She subconsciously moved to the side.
She tentatively raised her right hand, pinched the down jacket to cover the tattoo, and was so scared that even her teeth began to chatter.
The man’s indifferent voice sounded from above her head.
“Are you very afraid of me?”
She had just witnessed a murder, and now she was witnessing an ear being cut off. How could she not be afraid?
Li Qiqi dared to think it but didn’t dare to complain. She raised her eyes with a pale face and met Qi Xiaoye’s gaze.
The man was tall, almost blocking her entire field of vision, and the shadows cast by the lights also enveloped her.
The cold blade approached again.
This time, Qi Xiaoye didn’t pick open her clothes again, but controlled the blade, little by little… gently sliding across her slender neck, brushing out a chilling coldness.
His voice also became more and more indifferent.
“Speak!”
She was going to die!!!
Li Qiqi’s eyelashes trembled lightly, and a surge of tears flowed uncontrollably. She pointed to Ma Liu and replied softly.
“Afraid, afraid of… You just cut off his ear, and, and you made him drink, drink… Qi Ye, I’m afraid…”
Li Qiqi deliberately cried pitifully, and the tears washed away the heavy foundation on her face, mixing with the blood stains, and the dark eyeliner and eye shadow also.
She looked ugly and embarrassed.
But even so, the girl’s almond-shaped eyes were still bright, and her eyelashes were wet, and tears could fall with just a slight tremor, easily arousing the desire of some psychologically dark people to crush her in their palms.
Qi Xiaoye looked at her and inexplicably thought of a word—”ugly cute.”
The man smiled, and rarely had a bit of patience, explaining to Li Qiqi in a light voice.
“He heard what he shouldn’t have heard. There’s no use in keeping his ears.”
After speaking, Qi Xiaoye paused for a few seconds, staring at Li Qiqi’s eyes, and asked meaningfully.
“By the same token, what do you say… if someone saw what they shouldn’t have seen, or said what they shouldn’t have said, how should I punish them?”
Li Qiqi couldn’t tell whether Qi Xiaoye was testing her by asking this, or whether he had already recognized her. She pursed her lips and opened her mouth.
“Dig… dig out their eyes, cut, their tongues?”
“Smart.”
The man’s smile was pleasant, but his voice was cold, and a chilling ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
Li Qiqi’s heart sank slightly.
She knew that once a bloodthirsty madman had murderous intentions, all the pretense of foolishness and weakness in front of him would be in vain…
Death was approaching, and there was no way to escape.
Li Qiqi stopped crying, closed her eyes resignedly, and quietly waited for the next torture.
But Qi Xiaoye didn’t cruelly dig out her eyes or cut her tongue as she had expected.
On the contrary, the man reached out and took a tissue from the table, pushed away her hand that was tightly pinching the down jacket, and gently and tenderly helped her wipe away the blood stains on her neck, collarbone, and cheeks.
Then he put away the knife, got up, and sat back on the sofa.
Lin Ke behind him stepped forward, bent over and took a new wine glass, and poured a glass of wine for Qi Xiaoye again.
Li Qiqi couldn’t understand and looked over.
Qi Xiaoye had his long legs wide open, looking down at her condescendingly. His right arm was lazily resting on the sofa armrest, and his slender and powerful fingers were shaking the wine glass in his hand.
The ice cubes in the glass in the wine, and the glass surface clinked.
The man raised his head, his Adam’s apple rolled lightly, and he took a “gulp” of it, and then 含 ed a piece of ice in his mouth.
Seeing Li Qiqi staring blankly and motionless, Qi Xiaoye bit 碎 the ice in his mouth, smiled at Li Qiqi, and kindly reminded her.
“Brother Xiao is still waiting for you.”
She had seen many demons in Kenaqin, but Li Qiqi had never seen a demon like Qi Xiaoye, who was so beautiful to the extreme, and whose every word or look revealed violence and wildness.
She looked at Qi Xiaoye and was a little lost in thought for a while.
On the other side, Qiao Xiao saw Li Qiqi lying on the ground with her limbs spread out, crying like a mess one second, shaking like a sieve, and the next second staring at Qi Xiaoye，and was extremely happy in his heart.
He bent over and leaned forward, beckoning to Li Qiqi.
“Hahaha, interesting, really too interesting! Ugly freak, come here quickly.”
“Yes.”
Li Qiqi came back to her senses and nodded, covering her shoulder with one hand and getting up. Ma Liu next to her had already swallowed the minced meat in his mouth and was pursing his lips and gagging non-stop.
Qi Xiaoye looked at Ma Liu and said indifferently.
“When you return to the Qingmu Gang, do you know what to say?”
“I know, I know,” Ma Liu nodded hurriedly, “I will definitely bring your words back word for word.”
Qi Xiaoye closed his eyes slightly, “Get out.”
Li Qiqi bypassed Ma Liu and sat obediently next to Qiao Xiao, with her hands folded on her knees, sitting upright.
She raised her eyes and watched Ma Liu run out of the private room covered in blood, but her eyes always couldn’t help but secretly look at the man with a lazy temperament under the wine-red lights.
Li Qiqi didn’t know whether Qi Xiaoye had recognized her or not, and she wouldn’t believe that he would make an exception for her.
If Qi Xiaoye had recognized her but didn’t do anything, then the only explanation was—
Qiao Xiao was present.
Obviously, the person Qi Xiaoye killed that night must have been related to Qiao Xiao, and he didn’t want Qiao Xiao to know about it.
Li Qiqi lowered her eyelashes, and after withdrawing her gaze, she carefully turned her face to look at Qiao Xiao—
The crown prince of the Blackwater Party, her life-saving charm.