Quick Wear: The villain is a heartthrob, and the boss can't stand it

Chapter 253 When the Cannon Fodder Prime Minister is Discovered in Man's Clothing (14)

"I can't bear to kill you. After all, you're so interesting. It's hard for me to find someone as interesting as you."

"Or maybe poison you into muteness? Or make you lie in bed like this, unable to move..."

"Using strong drugs to expose the identity you have been hiding?"

"..."

"Or... just forgive you like that?" Yan Cheng's expression was distorted, and he threatened her one after another, but he didn't see any change in Sui Yu's expression.

She seemed to have always been the high-handed Prime Minister who remained calm even in the face of adversity.

But...it shouldn't be like this.

He wanted to see Sui Yu crying for him and regretting him again.

That night on the cliff by the sea, in the howling sea breeze and the biting cold, he felt the hot tear dripping on his eyelids.

But no, nothing, as if everything was just his fantasy.

The man who had killed him once was pinned down by him, his expression indifferent. Apart from his initial shock that he was not dead, there was no other change at all.

I don't care that he didn't die, I don't care why he had a wound on his face, I don't care if he was in pain...

The big hand that was pinching Sui Yu's neck and had been controlling the strength at first suddenly tightened, but released it after a moment, leaving a red mark.

It is printed on the slender white neck, just right, full of brutality and charming beauty.

It is shockingly fragile and can be broken easily, yet it has an uncanny toughness that comes from nowhere, and no matter what, it will not be affected by things that it doesn't care about.

"Speak, Sui Yu, speak." The beast in Yan Cheng's heart was rampaging, and he felt the ruthlessness of wanting to kill everyone was spreading silently.

Even the few maids who were poisoned and lying on the ground were shivering silently in their sleep.

Sui Yu raised her eyelids, which were so thin that they were bleeding crimson, with a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she didn't notice such a small thing at all.

"What does the poison doctor want me to say? Should I cry and beg for mercy in front of you, or should I repent for killing you?"

In an instant, the subjects of accountability seemed to have changed.

Those who made mistakes and attempted murder seemed to have become Yancheng.

Only Sui Yu looked pitiful, with evidence of his "abuse" still on her neck.

She was never wrong. The only thing wrong was the reality that forced her to make a decision that went against her inner decision.

Yan Cheng strangely extracted another meaning from her words, "I don't want you to beg for mercy, nor do I want you to repent..."

"if only......"

As long as you say something soft, like you did the night you killed me, and tell me pitifully that you had no choice, he is not one of those pedantic officials who would be so bored as to expose others.

【You and I are soft】——

Yan Cheng couldn't bring himself to say such words without any dignity.

The pain in the wound that he had specially used medicine for and which had not healed and was even more serious intensified, and the thoughts of taking revenge on Sui Yu in his mind disappeared in a trance.

In his life, Yan Cheng has never fallen into trouble with anyone.

There was only Sui Yu.

Sui Yu turned her head away to avoid the man's sucking. The man's action of licking the wound gently to relieve her pain was almost the most direct sign of weakness, but she didn't seem to care.

How could it be possible that the Prime Minister, who is so famous all over the world, could not even interpret such a subtle meaning?

Yan Cheng knew that she understood all his intentions, and that she was not the type to curse when encountering problems, but he could not stand her cold attitude and the lack of any emotion.

Why doesn't she hit herself?

He held Sui Yu's little hand tightly, sucking the blood stains on her jade-like fingertips one by one, and Yan Cheng's eyes never left Sui Yu's face.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the slight gurgling sound of water.

When the bloodstains disappeared, Yan Cheng pulled Sui Yu's hand and hit the injured half of his face again. He stopped all movements abruptly when he felt a slight resistance.

"Remove the poison from my body." Sui Yu opened her lips slightly, but it still brought about a subtle pain.

Yan Cheng's gaze, which was fixed on her lips, shifted to Sui Yu's eyebrows and eyes.

He bit the tip of his tongue and suddenly leaned over to block her lips. After a while, Sui Yu, who had regained her strength, slapped him in the face, causing his face to tilt to the other side.

Blood was slowly flowing down the side of his face. Yan Cheng bit his lower lip and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "I'm helping you heal your wound."

Sui Yu naturally knew it, but she really didn't like the two or three threatening words the man had just said to her.

"Don't you care that I almost killed you?" Sui Yu lay on her back, her whole body relaxed, without any of the tension she felt in life-and-death crisis.

But Yan Cheng thought she looked very beautiful like this.

She is not afraid of herself.

It is because she is not afraid of herself and is spoiled that she is so idle.

Thinking of this, Yan Cheng actually felt somewhat strangely that he should be proud.

Others should not receive this kind of treatment.

"I'm not dead yet. Wait until you really kill me before you tell me. However..." Yan Cheng's tone turned sinister, "Even if I die, I will become an evil ghost and haunt you day and night."

"You can't escape. What's more... you owe me two lives."

Sui Yu snorted lightly, put her fingertips together and hooked them towards herself, and Yan Cheng leaned over. The wound on his face was pressed again, and the blood flowed like a column, flowing more and more happily.

"I used a special poison. Not only will the wound not heal, but it will become more and more serious. Are you scared?" Yan Cheng lowered his voice.

"What am I afraid of? It's not me who's in pain."

Sui Yu pressed her middle finger and index finger together on his wound, and soon her palm was soaked.

"I wish... that you would feel more pain."

Under Yancheng's fiery gaze, he slowly and carefully licked the vermilion stains stained with the new snow clean bit by bit.

The tender red tongue trembled and moved before his eyes, but the clear eyes seemed to be dealing with some important court affairs, serious to the point of being solemn.

The extreme contrast, the extreme temptation, if Yan Cheng can really bear it, he would not be a normal man.

The movement of leaning forward was suddenly stopped by the numbness in the lower back and above the tailbone. Yan Cheng didn't know how many times he had suffered losses from this, and the lesson he couldn't remember was repeated again.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and the loud noise was accompanied by the shopkeeper's begging for mercy and trying to stop it.