The Killer's Cleansing Manual

Chapter 119 Jealousy

After taking a shower, Lin Shanjuan was distracted while drying his hair.

The details of the case have been basically sorted out. She picked up the poem Chu Kuo wrote tonight and put the unsent love letter she found in Wang Xing's house together. By comparison, it was definitely the handwriting of the same person.

I've been very tense lately and had a few drinks tonight, so I can't help feeling sleepy sitting on the bed.

She lay down, her vision becoming increasingly blurry until she fell asleep.

When Qi Zhaomian came back, Lin Shanjuan was already fast asleep. She was lying on her side facing this side, her sleeping face was very peaceful, and her whole face looked very gentle.

It seems like the puppy has no attack power at all.

With the corners of his lips raised, Qi Zhaomian walked to the bed and looked down from top to bottom.

If she is really a killer, but she happens to be so beautiful, hiding in the night every day, isn't it a pity to waste her appearance?

She has never given up investigating Lin Shanjuan's identity, but there has been no news, so there has been no progress until now.

Qi Zhaomian would occasionally find it hard to believe when she spoke about this matter. Her intelligence network spanned various countries, yet she could find no information about Lin Shanjuan.

It was as if this person appeared out of thin air.

However, things that appear out of nowhere may not stay with you for long.

Furthermore, who was she under orders from? Did she agree to become the prince consort simply because things went smoothly, or was she forced to accept it?

The white fingertips fell on Lin Shan's tired brows, but the latter only gave a slight reaction. It seemed that he was really tired recently, otherwise he would not have slept so soundly.

Qi Zhaomian's fingers traced the facial features under her palm, the ups and downs, the tenderness, and finally stopped at the corner of the lips. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she suddenly remembered the many times she had touched them.

Warm and moist.

Qi Zhaomian retracted his fingertips, his face flushed, and simply stopped looking at her.

Lin Shanjuan has never been very disciplined. Whenever he takes off his clothes, he just hangs them up casually. Not only does it look messy, but it also has a somewhat scary effect late at night.

Qi Zhaomian got up reluctantly, and while tidying up his clothes, he touched something.

Before she could take them out to look at them, the two things fell to the ground by themselves.

A piece of paper and a letter.

what is this?

Qi Zhaomian glanced at the person on the couch, hesitated for a few seconds, and then opened it to read.

It was amazing to see that the writing style and the deep affection belonging to the same person poured out, completely drowning the unsuspecting Qi Zhaomian.

Her hands gradually became stronger, and the edges of the paper were wrinkled.

There must be a time for us to meet under the moon, right?

Tell all your feelings to your beloved?

Although both letters express admiration, there is a difference upon closer inspection. The former is obviously sent earlier than the latter, and seems like a promise.

But the latter letter seemed as if the writer had already achieved fame and honor, and expressed his deepest feelings.

Qi Zhaomian was no longer sleepy, so he put his things back in place, stood up and pushed the door open to go out.

"Tsukiru."

Yue Liu landed on the ground in response: "Your subordinate is here."

"Who was the person dragged away by the subordinates today?"

Yue Liu was prepared: "It's the new champion, the current Supervisor of the Qingzheng Division, Chu Kuo."

Chu expanded.

Qi Zhaomian's eyes were dark, and he said "I know" and went back to his room. Yue Liu didn't understand what he meant, but he could see that Qi Zhaomian was very angry, so he didn't dare to ask more.

When I returned to the room and looked at Lin Shanjuan again, I couldn't get rid of the anger in my heart.

Could it be that she and Chu Kuo had been in contact for a long time?

Did I invite a wolf into the house by placing Chu Kuo in the Qingzheng Division?

She couldn't figure it out, and she felt very angry, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Since the death of her father, the Emperor, and her mother, the Empress Dowager, she had lost everything she had. First, she fled to the border overnight, disguised as a childhood sweetheart, and then all the ministers in the court defected one after another.

She should have given up any expectations about love. She knew that the best way to ensure someone's loyalty was to control their interests, not their feelings.

But recently, I don’t know if she has lost her mind or Lin Shanjuan is really attractive, she has become so proud and carried away!

Lin Shanjuan is a killer. Her identity, origin, and motives are unknown, yet he still trusted her so credulously and even developed feelings for her...

Qi Zhaomian couldn't think any further. The more she thought about it, the more stupid she felt!

The moonlight was bright and the night didn't seem so long.

She was so absorbed in her own reflection that she heard the crowing of cocks at dawn.

Lin Shanjuan also heard the rooster crowing, and subconsciously sat up and started turning on the computer.

She still remembered that she was in the princess's mansion, so she touched the place beside her, but it was cold.

Ok?

Lin Shanjuan opened his eyes and blurted out, "Qi Zhaomian?"

Qi Zhaomian was standing by the window. Upon hearing this, he glanced coldly to the side, looking at the vague shadow on the couch, his eyes gradually dimming.

After a night of brainwashing, Her Royal Highness the Princess is now very cold and hard, her heart is colder than the fish that have been slaughtered in RT-Mart for ten years.

Moreover, he was full of fear and suspicion towards Lin Shanjuan - a person with so many doubts could still make him fall in love with her. He must have used some means that he was not aware of!

We must be on guard.

Lin Shanjuan didn't hear the answer. When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing by the window. He was startled and called her in a low voice uncertainly:

"...Qi Zhaomian? Is that you?"

The voice was very soft and tired. Qi Zhaomian couldn't help but say "hmm" in response.

Lin Shanjuan had already gotten out of bed and walked towards her, asking as he walked: "Why are you up so early? What are you doing standing here..."

She had already touched Qi Zhaomian's hand, which was very cold. This made her realize that this man did not get up early, but did not sleep last night.

Lin Shanjuan subconsciously worried: "Did something happen? Is he cold?"

She tried to lead him to the bed, but Qi Zhaomian remained unmoved and shook her hand away: "Don't be so presumptuous! I haven't agreed, how dare you commit such an act?"

It seemed like I hadn't heard such a serious scolding for a long time, but it also seemed like I heard it often.

Lin Shanjuan looked puzzled: "...What's wrong with you?"

Why are you suddenly so fierce?

It was as if I was caught cheating on my husband.

Qi Zhaomian just sneered: "You are the prince consort and the subject. Have you forgotten the rules and still need me to teach you?"

Lin Shanjuan couldn't figure out the reason, but he couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw her frail body standing in front of the window.

It was almost autumn, and the nights were not as cool as summer nights. She stayed like this for the whole night, it would be strange if she didn't get sick.

"Come here, let's talk about the rules on the bed."

He does not mean that.

Qi Zhaomian couldn't help but think of the previous kisses, and became even more annoyed.

Could it be that she thinks I'm some kind of casual person? Talking about rules in bed, what rules are we talking about?

She was so angry that she didn't know what to say. Seeing that she didn't move, Lin Shanjuan lost his patience even though he didn't know what she was upset about.

She walked to Qi Zhaomian without saying a word, picked him up and strode straight towards the bed.