I'm not a deserter

He lifted her up and dragged her to the side. He held the military knife to her neck and clasped her arms tightly.

"Hiss." She felt as if her arm had been crushed by him.

"Mo Yancheng has his own choice, so why can't it be me? You're too funny, Who Do You Think You Are? He will listen to you?"

"Ah," he said. She was pushed to the side by him, and her body hit the side, frowning in pain.

Qiming's face was ferocious, and the scar became even scarier. His approach made her break out in a cold sweat.

"You're not worthy of him. " He increased his strength.

Shen chengjing saw that he was in a daze, so she raised her foot and kicked him in the lower half of his body. Qiming felt pain in his lower body as he was kicked by her. The knife was drawn toward her neck, but she reached out to stop his arm.

"Ah," he said. Her body gently shrank and slid down the bamboo wall. She slipped away from under his arm and raised her leg to kick his butt.