Chapter 1290 -1283: Third Person_4
âIâm going to kill you, Iâm going to kill you, let me go!â Qingluan gritted her teeth, her face flushed bright red.
âSince you want to kill me, before I die, I have to make sure I get enough out of it,â said Song Xiaodong, grabbing both of Qingluanâs feet and started pinching and kneading them, âTsk tsk, this is amazing. These feet are worth playing with for a year, no, a lifetime.â
âIâm going to kill you! Iâm going to kill you!â Qingluanâs 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.
âBeg me, come on, beg me, and Iâll let you go.â Song Xiaodong said with a mischievous smile at Qingluan.
âAhâŠyouâŠlet me go, I wonât kill you, I wonât kill you,â Qingluan said, feeling both uncomfortable and excited from Song Xiaodongâs squeezing, afraid of making a fool of herself. She didnât dare to be tough, but still found it very difficult to speak a word of pleading. Her mouth opened several times, but the words wouldnât come out.
Song Xiaodong actually didnât hold a strong grudge against Qingluan now, so seeing her pushed to this point, he couldnât bear to torture her anymore. He chuckled softly, saying, âBe good next time, or else Iâll have to handle you like this again.â
With that, Song Xiaodong finally let go of Qingluanâs feet.
As Song Xiaodongâs 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 ashamed and annoyed, and another strong murderous intent surged up.
She raised her hand, aiming it above Song Xiaodongâs head. Even in her weakened state, a single blow would be enough to kill Song Xiaodong.
But Qingluanâs expression kept changing, and after a while, her hand softly lowered, turning her back on Song Xiaodong.
After being tormented by the Restriction every day, she was at her weakest, and she thought she had been hiding it well, but hadnât realized Song Xiaodong knew all along.
This meant there were countless opportunities for Song Xiaodong to kill her, yet he never acted on it.
Qingluan was proud, and since Song Xiaodong hadnât taken advantage of her vulnerability, how could she kill Song Xiaodong at this moment?
The next morning, Song Xiaodong was warmly greeted by Qingluan with a storm of attacks, leaving him flattened.
âPhewâŠthat felt great!â Song Xiaodong lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Qingluan glared down at Song Xiaodong, gritting her teeth, âYou bastard, letâs see you try touching my feet now.â
âHehe, canât do it right now, but I can still try tonight.â
âYouâŠdo you really have a death wish?â Qingluan kicked Song Xiaodong away.
Song Xiaodong landed heavily on the ground, saying, âIâm living so happily, why would I want to die? Especially thinking about the mesmerizing feeling of touching your feet, I donât want to die at all; I plan to play for a year, play for a lifetime.â
âGo to hell!â Qingluan shouted in anger, pouncing over to use Song Xiaodong as a punching bag again.
After some on-and-off beating, when they finally stopped, Qingluan looked at Song Xiaodongâs face, swollen like a pigâs head, and suddenly giggled, âLooks like hitting you like this is satisfying, letâs see if you dare to talk nonsense in the future.â
Song Xiaodong massaged his face and disdainfully said, âOne shouldnât hit the face when fighting, nor reveal shortcomings when cursing; youâve violated my biggest taboo, weâll see about this tonight.â