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    Ambitious and self-employed x warlord [seventy-four]

    After the servant left, not long after, the original one was sent back.

    She still didn’t speak much, and would only tell Li Xin what time it was, when it was time to eat, or when it was time to drink medicine.

    But Li Xin felt much more comfortable.

    She was still the same as before. She just lay by the window in a daze all afternoon.

    The servant stood quietly aside.

    As the sun set, Li Xin stood up from the window. Under the service of the servant, she almost numbly took medicine, ate, washed, and finally went to bed to rest.

    She heard the sound of turning off the lights, and then the door was gently closed.

    Li Xin squeezed the hairpin tightly, curled up and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, like a wounded animal, trying every means to hide herself.

    After a while, she fell asleep.

    Since she woke up, her sleep has become very light, and she can wake up at almost the slightest disturbance.

    She would not feel at ease here at all.

    The same goes for tonight.

    While Li Xin was half asleep, the originally tight and wide door was slowly moved, making a low friction sound.

    Almost instantly, Li Xin opened his eyes.

    Although she couldn’t see it, she was already holding the hairpin tightly in her hand.

    The person’s steps were very light, and it was obvious that they were deliberately kept low. He walked to Li Xin’s side, paused silently for a moment, and slowly leaned down.

    Li Xin thought about how great it would be if this person was Qi Zhen.

    But he’s not.

    The smell of him gave him away.

    Qi Heng put his hand on her forehead. His palm was a little hot, and there were rough calluses on his palm and fingers, which made her skin hurt when he touched it.

    Li Xin resisted and did not move.

    Missing her forehead, his hands came to her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her lips.

    The finger paused slightly.

    There was a layer of dense sweat on Li Xin’s palms, and the hairpin was wet and sticky, but she did not relax at all.

    After a while, Li Xin noticed that he was approaching.

    His breath was getting closer and closer to him, so close that it brushed against his cheek.

    When his lips were about to touch hers, she raised her head suddenly and slapped him hard with her backhand, using all her strength.

    The “pop” sound was particularly crisp.

    Qi Heng was hit by her and turned his head away, and his cheeks were burning with pain.

    Li Xin’s hands were trembling slightly due to excessive exertion. She carried the hairpin behind her back and looked forward with unfocused eyes, her beautiful eyebrows tightly knitted together.

    Qi Heng reached out and touched his cheek. The area was swollen, and it stung when he touched it.

    Resentment flashed across his eyes very quickly, and it was fleeting, but he regained his composure within a moment.

    He looked at Li Xin through the dim moonlight. She was wearing a thin robe, only a slender neck was exposed, and her face was thin and pointed, making her look more and more pitiful.

    His evil fire rushed upwards desperately.

    The original scene reappeared before his eyes, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist, ignoring her screams, and pressed her hard under him.

    Li Xin kicked and glared at him with all her strength. She exerted great force, and it was extremely painful when she kicked him, but he couldn’t care about anything now.

    Just as he tore off the robe that was in the way of her body and wanted to pull off her little clothes, Li Xin got the strength from nowhere, raised her head, and hit him hard on the head.

    Qi Heng was knocked dizzy, and Li Xin was not much better.

    But she forced herself to calm down, grabbed the hairpin she had been holding tightly in her hand, and pierced it towards him regardless of the situation.

    Qi Heng shook his head and finally recovered a little. Just as he was about to pull her, he accidentally bumped into her holding up the hairpin and stabbed it down.

    He hurriedly dodged and avoided the vital point, but the hairpin was still deeply embedded in one side of his chest, near his shoulder.

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