AWB Chapter 160 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 11
Chapter 160 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 11
But no matter how strong she was, she couldn't outmatch a ghost. Due to the tension and fear she had just experienced, her originally bright red lips were now even more bloodstained and broken, looking quite serious.
Qin Boyue glanced at her subtly, his fingertips still lingering on her lips and teeth, almost mockingly saying, "What? You think you can get away from me by biting your lips until they're raw?"
The ruthlessness and brutality in the young man's eyes grew stronger, and the intense killing intent almost materialized. Ni Qing opened her mouth, truly feeling that she was heading towards death.
The next second, she was pinned down on the bed, the young man's cold, pale hands mercilessly gripping her slender, fair neck, his smile innocent.
The fresh air drifted away, and the inescapable near-death experience and despair completely engulfed her. Her already pale face turned flushed from lack of oxygen, and her eyes became glazed.
Like a decadent rose, it exudes a deadly allure and fragrance.
The pressure on her neck didn't ease; instead, it tightened, almost to the point of madness. Ni Qing's eyes were half-closed, and tears welled up, wetting her eyelashes and staining the corners of her eyes.
But Qin Boyue seemed to be deliberately toying with her, neither killing her cleanly nor letting her go, making her feel like she was living a life worse than death.
This shows how much hatred they have for the original owner.
People have a survival instinct when they are near death. She struggled desperately, but to no avail, and watched helplessly as the scene grew darker and darker.
Her struggling hand landed on the soft mattress.
Qin Boyue lowered his eyes, paused, and then slowly released his hand. He looked somewhat hesitant and confused as he slowly moved his fingertips to the tip of her nose.
A faint breathing sound came from the other end.
She's still alive, and he still has a chance to kill her.
But he found it somewhat boring and didn't want to do it anymore.
So he slowly got up, his gaze involuntarily falling once again on her luscious lips, which had been bitten quite badly.
Tears streamed down her face as she drifted into unconsciousness. Her brows were furrowed, and her face was pale. She looked like a helpless rag doll, as if she might disappear into a place that didn't belong to her at any moment.
The young man left.
After that night, Ni Qing developed a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius for three days and three nights, and even almost had to go to the emergency room. It was not until the fourth day that the fever finally dropped to 38 degrees Celsius.
She lay on the bed in a daze, her throat feeling like she had swallowed a razor blade, barely able to speak, and could only drink water frantically whenever she had a spare moment to relieve the pain.
"Baby, I feel like I've been burned out." She thought to herself, feeling wronged.
She's been down for so long, and the male lead hasn't come looking for her, so this tactic must still have some effect.
Who would want their enemy to die a quick and painless death? At the very least, they'd rather wait until the other person is fully recovered before torturing them.
She thought about it slowly.
The original owner's character was one of revelry and debauchery, and she couldn't forget her roots. As soon as she felt a little better, she dressed neatly. Even without makeup, her face was still beautiful and fresh. Perhaps because she was recovering from a serious illness, she looked exceptionally cute and innocent.
Ni Qing drove to the "Night" bar.
As soon as I entered, a waiter led me inside.
The waiters she usually likes to order also came over with great attention.
"Ah Qing, long time no see. Are you just drinking again tonight?"
Their eyes were so thick they looked like they were made of silk.
Ni Qing felt a little disgusted, but outwardly she endured the headache and nodded. In the original storyline, she spent the whole night chatting and drinking with men in a bar.
Qin Boyue pretended to let her go for one night, but she would soon face his endless revenge. The original owner could not bear it for long and chose to find a Taoist priest to make his soul disappear.
Her physical discomfort continued to worsen. She didn't like drinking alcohol, so she drank very little, which made her already weak body even more frail.
The men held their breath slightly. It had to be said that Ni Qing was good-looking; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to marry into the Qin family and become a wealthy woman.
Every time she came to the bar, she would only have a few drinks, get completely drunk, and lie on the table crying her heart out for her beloved Song-gege. She never had any other thoughts about them.
To be honest, they were all tired of this line of work, and this was the first time they had ever been so eager to have a relationship with a customer.
Thinking of this, the leading man's eyes flickered slightly, and he handed over the wine again: "Ah Qing, have another drink, I'll toast you."
Ni Qing groggily lifted his eyelids. He was the man the original owner doted on the most, so he readily accepted the wine and drank it all in one gulp.
No, her head was throbbing terribly, and the original owner's daily routines were no longer suitable for her.
As she pondered this, she decided to stand up and leave.
The man reached out and stopped her again, smiling gently: "Aqing, rest a little longer."
Ni Qing wanted to yell at him to get out of her way, but her steps became increasingly unsteady.
The other person smiled even more meaningfully, gently stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and easily pulled her into his arms: "Baby, tonight is my own choice, I won't take your money."
The brothers around him started whistling.
The unique fragrance made him lose his mind.
Ni Qing's expression turned cold, but she was too weak to do anything. Just as she was about to think of another way, the other person's handsome face came close to hers, his eyes burning as he lingered on her lips.
She used to boast that she would remain chaste for Song Ziyu, which they initially disdained, but now they are somewhat envious of that man.
He slowly moved closer to her lips, trying to kiss her.
Just then, the chandelier above his head suddenly started flickering without warning. The man looked up as if he sensed something, and the brand-new chandelier instantly broke and crashed down on him without mercy.
The bloodstains slowly soaked the carpet.
Ni Qing is perfectly fine.
That night, the ambulance service was dispatched and the man was taken away.
In a daze, she seemed to see the male protagonist's shadow again. He was furious, his dark eyes flashing with a chilling killing intent and agitation, as he slowly walked towards her through the darkness.
It’s over.
That was the only thought in her mind.
Is he not even going to let her enjoy the carefree and wonderful last night in the original story?