Chapter 12: He bowed his head and kissed her.
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Danger, despair, death loomed, and in Lu Xiaoyou's pitch-black eyes bloomed a crimson glow.
She loved this feeling the most!
The man with the tall and well-proportioned body stood outside the cell, like a marquis wrapped in darkness.
He listened quietly to the ceaseless gunshots and screams coming from the cell.
His fan-shaped, thick eyelashes drooped slightly, as if he were listening to a sonorous classical concert.
Finally, the gunfire in the cell ceased, and the man signaled his subordinates to open the door.
As the cell door opened, the smell of blood rushed to the nose, and Lu Xiaoyou stepped out, her feet stained with blood.
She was like a little cat who had just had a feast, even giving off the impression that the next moment, she would be gracefully licking her own paws.
A strand of hair stuck to Lu Xiaoyou's face, and she reached out to hook it behind her ear.
On her fair skin, a few spots of deep red blood looked like blossoming plum flowers against the snow.
A glint appeared in the man's eyes, and he beckoned to Lu Xiaoyou:
"Come here."
Lu Xiaoyou walked toward him, her pitch-black hair cascading over her shoulders, her demeanor languid and willful after just killing someone.
The man's long fingers threaded through the woman's silky hair, "You did very well."
He didn't ask why Lu Xiaoyou had the courage to shoot and kill, perhaps she was trained, or perhaps it was an instinctual outburst in a moment of crisis.
He didn't care about that.
"If you praise me, will you give me a reward?" Lu Xiaoyou always thought about seducing him.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on her blood-stained lips.
Somehow, he just wanted to kiss her, and so he did!
The sudden kiss left Lu Xiaoyou startled.
A kiss? What was this about?
The surrounding subordinates respectfully bowed their heads.
The dim light shrouded the two of them, his presence enveloping her, isolating them in their own world.
Lu Xiaoyou felt breathless from the kiss, her first ever, not disagreeable, indeed quite delightful.
While enjoying the kiss, she picked up the gun in her hand and pressed the barrel against the man's heart.
Lu Xiaoyou pulled the trigger, and with a click, nothing happened after the faint sound, for the bullets had already been spent.
The taste of blood spread in Lu Xiaoyou's mouth as she pushed him away, licking her lips.
"Is this your reward?"
"Did you want to kill me?" the man countered.
Lu Xiaoyou didn't answer; she smiled and pressed the gun barrel against the man's chin.
"I never asked, my slave, how should I address you?"
"Marquis," the man said, that's how the people around him addressed him.
Lu Xiaoyou scoffed, "Or maybe I should be your Madam Lu~"
Lu Xiaoyou's gun caressed the man's chin; she was shorter than him, yet at that moment, she had a commanding presence.
"Speak nicely to your Madam Lu. What's your name? If you don't tell me, I'll come up with one~"
The man knew she wouldn't choose any nice name.
"Long Xilang," he revealed.
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