No big deal, one corpse two lives

  Of course, this is not the most important thing.

  He stretched out his hand and lifted the woman's chin.

  Let a beautiful but pale face show up.

  No matter where, it was a delicate work of art, fragile as if it couldn't withstand a blow. At this time, she bit her lip tightly, and a hint of stubbornness and some emotions he couldn't understand flashed in her eyes, which instead sparked some interest.

  He dislikes fragile things, he likes people and objects that are strong in life, such as his fondness for cacti. Whether at home or in the office, there are pots of cacti everywhere. Because of this, he was once ridiculed by Luo Xiaoxiao.

  A hint of gloom flashed in Shao Xuan's eyes, but soon returned to his usual calmness.

  "Are you going to say it yourself, or should I go investigate?"

  She quietly looked at him without saying a word.

  He still looks the same, with hair only down to his temples, a black T-shirt, a grey jacket, and Wying's perfume.

  His condition looked normal, but his eyes seemed to have a dark blue tint, and his gaze was even colder. The arc of his jawline was clenched tightly, giving off an aura that he could erupt at any moment.

  He likes to use an inquiring tone, with a playful tone that makes people obey, seemingly giving you room for choice, but actually only giving you one way, which is to compromise and surrender.

  Xiaoxiao tried to see a hint of sadness in his eyes, but she couldn't. The man in front of her was more terrifying and incomprehensible than before. His eyes were like an unfathomably deep well, only drawing people in deeper and making them sink further.

  Look, his own death means nothing to him. Not even the passing of his brother can keep him up for several nights, but what about her? A companion of over a decade, a bedfellow, and even a lover - yet he doesn't show a shred of sorrow.

  The lower jaw's strength grew greater, and with a faint struggle, he opened his mouth: "Sir, aren't you mistaken? We seem to have never met before."

  Shaoyan smiled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he secretly cursed "bad".

  Every time Shao Xuan reveals this smile, someone will be unlucky, it won't be her turn this time, right?

  As expected, Shao Xuan stood up, walked to one side, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette.

  Damn it's handsome, I've been watching for over a decade and still can't get enough of it.

  The first cigarette he smoked was picked up by her, and later she wanted to learn, but was scolded by him. Until later, when she was laughed at by her brothers for not knowing how to smoke, it was all thanks to him.