Chapter 2

The dim light shone on his face and made his hair still for a while. For God's sake, this man is so handsome that he can't help but look at his hair that he hasn't seen before. Although he was covered in black, he could not hide his symmetrical face. Its nose and chin line are very sharp, and it looks no different from the Greek goddess.

I squatted down, brushed the hazelnut hair off my forehead, and whispered.

"Hey, are you all right?"

When asked, my eyelids opened slowly, and I was stunned. When I turned around again, I saw a pair of bright gray eyes, which were very beautiful.

This guy. . . Very attractive. This is the so-called sex application.

"Shall I call a taxi? You look drunk."

I guess he is a customer of this nightclub. His appearance must be a model or a rich man's child, but I am not familiar with it, at least it is the VIP here. I must have seen and never heard girls say that it is impossible to be so handsome and be ignored.

He didn't answer, stared, and suddenly coughed a lot.

"Hey, are you all right?" Before my hand touched some kind of liquid seeping from the side of the big body, I quickly held him, just liquid. He also has a stick embroidered on him.

I knew it was a knife right away. This guy must have been beaten.

"I'll call the police right away," I said quickly. I quickly pulled out my hand and tried to reach into my mobile phone to call the police, but when I saw the color of liquid on my hands, I froze.

It's not it's supposed to be red, but it's green. . . It's also light green!

I opened my eyes wide and smelled it fishy, and I was sure it was blood, but with this light green colour, I couldn't help wondering what mischievous aristocratic descendant it was, for these guys were always making fun of it. Especially those who come here for tourism.

"What the hell is this!" I was suddenly upset.

He didn't answer, but put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes... yes..." His tone made me frown.

"What?"

"Let me lay eggs..."

"What!" I asked loudly, not sure if this guy said the same thing I heard.

"Let me lay eggs …" I repeated in a hoarse voice.

Spawn!

I pretended to run, for I thought talking to him was more distracting, but when I got up, the big hands on my shoulders pressed my body closer, and then he pressed his wavy lips against my slender mouth. I also want to stick my tongue in it and let me push this guy out.

"What the hell!"

He didn't answer as usual and didn't ask me to go anywhere. When I left, he lifted himself up and pulled me into another kiss. This kiss is stronger and heavier than the first one. He could hardly wait to put his soft tongue into my mouth. I tried to shake my face off, but it felt as if something had fixed me in a place where I could barely move. For a moment, I felt a round object. Macadamia nut-sized mouth, I tried to push it away, but the other person pushed it in with his tongue until I had to swallow it.

When I swallowed it, the kissing thief ripped my lips open, and I was now awake, and thrust my fist into his collar, ready to slam him.

"What do you think you are doing!"

"Lay eggs..." Said the other, just before the beautiful eyes slowly opened and the big and weak body lay on the ground.

As soon as I saw the handsome, pale, bloodless face, I immediately took my hand off the fellow. The anger just now disappeared, leaving only the shock of suddenly seeing him motionless.

"You... hey, what's wrong with you?" I asked.

He was unmoved, so I plucked up my courage and held out my hand to poke, but the result was the same, and there was no response. To make matters worse, my body was so cold that the lump in my left chest almost exploded. I plucked up my courage. Put trembling fingers near each other's noses.

Mom. . . No breathing!

I bounced at once.

Damn it. Kissing is dead. Damn it, Gwen!

I stood there in panic, turning left and right, not knowing what to do. I wanted to call the police, but I was afraid that if I called the police, I would become the prime suspect in the murder. I just grabbed the handle of his knife. If so, I have no future.

Then selfishness took over me, I took off my clothes, wiped the fingerprints off the hilt of the knife, put on my clothes, rushed into the nightclub and quickly returned to my apartment.