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Under her frightened gaze, the man released his grip on her hair.

However, he did not let her go because of this. The man suddenly moved closer to An Xiaochu, and before An Xiaochu could regain her senses, he fiercely pinched her chin, and forced An Xiaochu to face the man's scrutiny.

She had a beautiful face and delicate facial features. The peach blossom eyes at the end of her eyes were especially beautiful. At that moment, they were filled with mist, making her look extremely pitiful and touching.

He recognized this face!

As the successor to the Honorary International Group, he had undergone special training. Ordinary sedatives didn't have much effect on him, and because of this, he was clear-headed throughout the entire process.

When he thought of that night, every time his skin made contact, every single soul-stirring, low, unwilling moan, the hatred in his heart deepened.

This was definitely the biggest insult he had ever experienced in his life.

The tip of the knife came closer and down her cheek, tracing the curve of her chin.

An Xiaochu unconsciously tensed up. In the quiet room, she could clearly hear the sound of her throat rolling.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is the key?"

The man spoke word by word, his fair wrist flicking, the tip of his cold blade drawing circles on the dimple above her mouth.

She pursed her lips, slowly retracted her gaze, and calmed down, "Mister …" I think you're mistaken. I don't know you and I don't know the key you're talking about. "

The man suddenly released her and tossed her away like a rag.

The instant An Xiaochu broke free from the shackles, she dragged her aching leg to the other side of the bed, pulling some distance away from him.

"An Xiaochu, 24 years old, an accountant from Rongcheng Group. She is currently residing in A City."

The man's brows slightly raised, his long eyelashes casting a shadow across his eyes, making it impossible for her to see his expression.

He wasn't wrong about his own information … What was going on?

An Xiaochu's heart sank, her mind raced, her alluring peach blossom eyes stared unblinkingly at the handsome face in front of her, "Sir, even if the information you're talking about is correct, I really do not know you."

Not knowing is not knowing, not to mention some key.

"I'll give you one last chance. Where's the key?"

The man's tone was filled with impatience and his expression became even more gloomy.

An Xiaochu thought that this was bad, and took a deep breath to force herself to look straight into his eyes. The man's eyes were very beautiful, and the edges of his slightly raised eyes had an unspeakable charm. However, they did not have the femininity. If they weren't in such a hostile relationship, perhaps she really would have a better impression of him because of her appearance.

"I don't know."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that the man's eyes were completely cold.

With a wave of his long arm, the man grabbed onto her slender ankles and, with a slight tug, pulled her towards him.

Pain... His lower leg rubbed against the linen sheets, causing him to feel a burning pain.

Is this man crazy!? Can't you be gentle with a girl!

She fiercely looked down on the man in her heart.

However, her constant denials completely infuriated Qin Ziang.

An Xiaochu slowly moved her ankle, a hand suddenly reaching out to her, strangling her neck.

The room instantly quietened down, An Xiaochu pursed her lips, her charming eyes filled with fear, her hands subconsciously grabbing onto the man's wrist.

At some point, the blade had returned to his hand. The point of the blade was pointed at her chest!

She could clearly hear the sound of her throat rolling. She could also clearly feel the cold knife cutting through her cotton T-shirt, touching the cold on her skin.

"What are you doing?" His voice was trembling, no longer able to remain calm.

The T-shirt slowly slid off her white body and piled up on the girl's flat belly. Crystal beads of sweat hung on her alluring collarbones. With every breath her master took, they would slide down a few inches, and the two snow-white strands on her chest seemed ready to burst out at any moment.

He clearly remembered that on the woman's left chest, there was a blue butterfly.

No! There was nothing on his left chest!

No, there had to be! It must be her!

The man's gaze fell on her chest and he stared straight at it. His gloomy expression replaced the lust that a normal man should have at this moment.

"You're crazy!" An Xiaochu protected her chest tightly with both hands, her cheeks were flushed red, and her voice carried anger. "I said I didn't know, so I just didn't know! No matter what you do to me, I don't know! "

Qin Ziang narrowed his eyes, as he carefully sized up the person in front of him. The woman lifted her chin stubbornly, the curve of her beautiful neck turning red from her own pinching.

It must be her! If it was any other woman, it would have been her!

An Xiaochu forcefully held back her tears. The man in front of him was a madman!

"Let go, you lunatic!"

Her voice was not very loud, and was even a bit weak, but the word "crazy" truly infuriated him.

Qin Ziang suddenly retracted his arm.

On her fair neck, her five fingers were clearly visible.

An Xiaochu held her neck, and took deep breaths.

Qin Ziang raised the corner of his mouth, and calmly looked at her. There was not a single trace of anger on his face, but it was filled with chilliness.

"Woman, if this is only a way for you to attract me, isn't it a bit too clumsy?"

Her voice was magnetic and pleasant to listen to, but the content of her words caused her entire body to tremble.