Chapter 61
She was stunned, and he had already deceived her.
An Yin's heart tightened, that night in the cellar, it was her fault, she shouldn't have provoked her, but she was not in her heart at that time.
Now that the matter has passed, it is time to completely unravel the past and stop dwelling on it.
An Yin grabbed the water cup that was thrown aside in a hurry, and slammed it against the wall, and the porcelain pieces flew away, and one of them grazed his face, leaving a bloody mark.
He stopped, straightened up, looked at her, and said nothing, but the anger in his eyes slowly grew.
An Yin looked at the scratches on his face, slowly oozing blood beads, and was terrified, but he didn't hesitate to grab a piece of broken porcelain in his hand, against the artery on the side of his neck, "I don't want to ...... with you"
He raised his hand, casually wiped the blood from his face, and reached for her hand.
An Yin sent it forward, and the sharp porcelain piece suddenly cut through the skin.
Qin Jian froze and didn't dare to move again, looking at her coldly, "Are you really willing to die rather than follow me?" ”
"Yes!"
"You just think so, I can't protect you?"
"You are the only orthodox bloodline of the Qin family, you can only marry the daughter of the Du family."
"Who said I had to marry her?"
"This is the Qin family's rule." An Yin has been in the Qin family for more than ten years, and faintly feels that the Qin family's sister-in-law marrying the daughter of the Du family is a way to maintain their orthodox genes of different races.
"Whoever has the rules in their hands has the final say."
"That's your Qin family's business, I just ask you not to embarrass me."
Qin Jian's face was as pale as frost, and he said, "What if I say no?" ”
"Then I'll just die here." An Yin clenched her teeth, tears in her big eyes.
His face became more and more gloomy, but in the end he slowly regained his usual arrogance and coldness, didn't say anything, lay on his side beside her, and hugged Lianren with the quilt, "Sleep." ”
An Yin didn't know if he would mess around, staring at him, not daring to relax.
He closed his eyes, but seemed to know that she was looking at him, and said lightly: "Don't be nervous, I won't touch you." ”
An Yin breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little uneasy, and looked at him, "Your words count." ”
Qin Jian sneered, opened his eyes and looked at her, "Do you think a broken piece of porcelain can really threaten me?" ”