Chapter 8 The Abandoned Cannot Afford to Be Hurt

Sensual, wild.

Her ears quickly burned red, and she blinked as if her eyeballs had been scalded. She hadn't expected this unreasonable, lawless, and heartless brute to possess such a top-notch physique.

However, she detested pretty boys!

Now in her mind, only humiliation, resentment, indignation, and helplessness remained...

Damn it, but none of that was useful.

This man's combat value and fighting capabilities were above hers; he moved with agility no ordinary person could match. His most vulnerable spot was obvious, while her only effective weapon was her sharp teeth.

Taking a deep breath, Lian Qiao bit her lower lip, wrapped her arms around his waist with an ambiguous smile, and slowly lowered her head. Her dimples played hide and seek, and her little face turned pink.

"Commander, actually, I have quite a fancy for you..."

Xing Liehuo was slightly taken aback, his eyes and brows touched by warmth.

Opportunity knocks but once!

Seizing the second he let his guard down, Lian Qiao wickedly retracted her smile and bit fiercely into his lower abdomen.

Not sure if it was the angle or the size of the target, but just as she bit into an edge, a cold breeze swept over the back of her head, and before she could take another breath—

She, once again, gloriously passed out.

Xing Liehuo was furious.

With a frost-covered face, he gazed down at the delicate little woman in his arms. He brushed away the hair from her forehead, sharply smacked her little face, and pulled her soft body into his embrace in an unyielding territorial gesture, gripping her tightly as he gritted his teeth, "Needs disciplining!"

This girl, with the eyes of a child and the heart of a devil.

Stubborn mule!

He sighed!

Holding her tightly, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

"Report!"

Outside the bedroom, a loud report broke the morning's silence.

Lian Qiao woke up grumpy, frowned, rubbed her head against the pillow, and smacked her lips, completely forgetting that she was in the wolf's den.

"Speak!" Xing Liehuo's voice carried a thin veil of irritability, which made the communication officer Xiaowu outside shiver, but he still had to firmly report, "Reporting to the commander, Chief Yi Shaotian of the city's Public Security Anti-Terrorism Division has sent an urgent letter concerning the joint anti-terrorism combat drills... "

Xing Liehuo frowned slightly and coldly said, "I know."

Darkness filled Xing Liehuo's sharp black eyes.

Yi Shaotian was his comrade back in Wolf Fang, later transferred from the special forces to a border defense regiment, and a few years ago he joined the local public security bureau, quickly climbing to the position of Chief of the Anti-Terrorism Division.

To be honest, the guy was quite capable!

If it hadn't been for that incident, they would still be friends, and he would have regarded him as a great individual, but alas...

Subconsciously turning his head, he slightly narrowed his eyes. The girl curled up beside him was small and pitiable, but this soft and delicate little creature had fangs that were incredibly sharp.

After examining her for a moment, he scooped up her soft little body into his arms, pulled up the blanket to envelop them both, and leaned in to sniff her pleasant and delicate fragrance.

Refreshing.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly opened her eyes.

In fact, Lian Qiao had woken up the moment she heard the name Yi Shaotian.

Lying bare in his embrace, she didn't struggle, panic, or show any abnormal reaction.

She finally understood that any struggle was futile in front of this overbearing and tyrannical ancestor. It would only add to his perverse pleasure.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

A few seconds of eye contact—

He saw the clarity and radiance in her eyes, she saw the distinct twin rows of bite marks and bloodstains on his neck.

Tsk tsk, way too enchanting, I should have bitten deeper.

Bite! Bite? Her face flushed red, and the firm sensation on her leg suddenly reminded her of last night's mishap. Thinking about his exceptionally majestic endowment that was extraordinary... Such a pity... Did she actually bite it? Or did she bite it? Or did she bite it?

Honestly, she was very curious—could the commander still perform?

She felt deeply aggrieved and anxious.

A frown, a gaze.

A few seconds later, he solemnly lifted her delicate little face, not bigger than a palm, scrutinizing from her brows down to her lips as he commanded, "Two things to notify you, first, from now on you are under my control."

"And the second?" Her face was the picture of despair.

"Second, as above."

A twitch of her lips, Lian Qiao tilted her head to look at this unreasonable and savage man with a sideways glance.

Damn it! What kind of cold-blooded monster had she come across?

To be honest, that humor was really cold!

Her petite frame shivered, and she maliciously thought of ten thousand ways to deal with him, but as soon as she looked at his tall and sturdy figure and those black eyes exuding nobility and dominance...

She swallowed hard, endured it!

The air, silent.

"Be good, listen, and don't ask for trouble."

After a while, his muffled voice came from above. It wasn't loud, nor was it angry, but Lian Qiao felt a chill swiftly running down her spine, nothing but cold.

She laughed, a signature smile, "What if I say no?"

With a cold snort, his eyes narrowed dangerously—

As if brewing something, dangerous, ruthless, unfathomable.

"You don't have a say in it!"

Lian Qiao's little heart tightened, a cold spreading from her fingertips to her heart.

In his eyes, she was clearly like prey.

Oh mother, this might be the end of me!

A few seconds of staring, both silent.

Suddenly, he sat up abruptly, giving her a big scare. She quickly grabbed the blankets and covered herself.

The man quickly put on his military uniform hanging on the rack. Good grief, he was so fast it was astonishing, done in the blink of an eye.

Such a disaster, even his way of dressing was ridiculously cool.

The resolute back, the handsome face, the straight posture, the crisp military uniform, tsk tsk—

Lian Qiao knew that any man looked handsome in a military uniform, but she had never known a man could wear it to such an infuriating degree of handsomeness.

Moreover, this kind of handsomeness was unique. The righteous military uniform was worn by him with a tyrannical air of banditry—