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My Queen, Your Wish Is My command

Wu Su Yi, a lawyer by name and occupation. A strict woman who had made herself to become the woman she became today— respected by her subordinates and upright justice to its place. She preferred her life to become normal until… a certain boy had hugged her legs. Confused, she saved the boy only to be rewarded by a marriage. MARRIAGE?! While Wu Su Yi was perfect in all ways to others’ eyes, in fact there was a hidden layer beneath her than no one knew. When Han XI Guang came to her life, he was akin to a storm. A man with a good occupation— or was he also hiding his true, dangerous self? A match of a Queen and her loyal King who hid his true self from everyone but her. Extract— “I don’t need a husband,” Wu Su Yi repeated once again, her black eyes looked back at Han XiGuang’s darker eyes without showing a single fear, making him smile. She was the only person who could do this to him. “I can treat you like my Queen. All you wish would be my command and my wish is only for you to take care of my son.” She raised her eyebrows, unconvinced, “Whatever I would request to you, you will make it happen?” Han XiGuang took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles gently, “All your wish is my command. Who you ask me to defeat, what kind of victory I should have, and who I should kill. I would do it all for you, my lovely Queen and all I need is you to be beside me”

mata0eve · Urban
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390 Chs

Clean Shot-II

Han XiGuang expected this was enough to scare the men. They were Chinese and Xavier must have paid them well enough just so they could maintain their silence but that was not enough to simply pay for their loyalty. It was easier for him to gouge the truth for them and he was correct as the two quickly spill out where they had seen Wu SuYi. 

Han XiGuang was glad he didn't need to use his gun. It wasn't because he was afraid of of killing and taking life but because he didn't want to hug or touch Rui and Wu SuYi with his bloodied hands. 

Sometimes no matter how much he had washed his hands the smell of blood and the image didn't leave his head. When compared to them who are much purer, he felt as though he had sullied them which put him in ill mood.

Sure then he prefer the idea of not having to color his had in blood or rot hurt others but that still didn't change his dangerousness.