Xu Qinghe’s tears rolled down like glitter, falling onto K’s hand that was grabbing her jaw firmly.
Raising an eyebrow, K suddenly let go of their hand while looking at the wet traces on their fingertips with complex emotions. Then they licked them wildly.
So salty.
They looked at Xu Qinghe, who slumped in the chair, and the sympathy that had just emerged in their eyes disappeared instantly. Then they skillfully unbuckled the belt on Xu Qinghe’s waist expressionlessly. Xu Qinghe barely reacted. Her belt was already hanging down loosely. The metal buckle hit the chair legs, sending out an ear-piercing sound.
“Wait–…cough– cough–! You’re gonna kill me… ah–”
Before she could finish, K’s hand lifted her chin, and their fingers pushed in roughly. Their knuckles were stuck beneath her teeth. They pressed Xu Qinghe’s tongue so hard that she could only make a few whimpers.
“You talk too much.” K lowered their eyebrows, their expression indifferent while their fingers pushed into Xu Qinghe’s mouth roughly and then withdrew them again. They repeated this action many times, poking in and out of her mouth, making her feel the urge to retch. That, however was stopped again in the next second by K’s actions.
“One more word and I’ll break off your jaw and kill you slowly, how’s that?”
With just one sentence, Xu Qinghe was silent. She didn’t doubt what K said. The death reports clearly stated K’s murder techniques: dismembered corpses — killed sadistically. K must have tortured the victims for fun.
She forced herself to calm down and keep her chaotic brain awake. K likes to torture and kill, but none of the reports found any trace of sexual abuse during their lifetime. So why did K treat her like this? Because she was a cop? Because they wanted revenge? Because the police found a clue which angered K?
Xu Qinghe shivered.
In the end, it didn’t matter why. She was already tied up here and couldn’t move.
K still had the same expression, interestingly watching Xu Qinghe’s face changing with complex emotions. Then they pulled out their fingers, glancing at the drool with some disgust. Their fingers pulled around the waistband of Xu Qinghe’s pants and quickly ripped off the obstacle.
The author has something to say:
I don’t know what to say. Just kowtowing to Xu Qinghe, I’m sorry! ORZ!
When I write a fluff novel, I think of rough H. When I write rough H, I think of fluff. Oh, humans (me) are really weird.
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