He has a cold and crazy hobby, loves all kinds of sabers, and also likes to collect all kinds of sabers.

When they were together, in country Z, he once took her to his collection room to see all the sabers he had collected.

After reading it, he showed her the Kukri scimitar produced in Nepal and told her that this Kukri scimitar was carburized all over, with a jet black blade and handle, and the scimitar's

Curvature is very consistent with the principles of aerodynamics.

It is his favorite, favorite, and easiest-to-use saber.

Now, this saber falls to the ground, what does it mean?

Chu Qing didn't want anything to happen to Leng Kuang. She didn't want anything to happen to him because of her, which would shake her firm determination.

"Little angel, let's go!" Michael shouted from the side. Looking at her, he felt that she might not be an acquaintance, but perhaps he was here to look for her.

"Okay!" Chu Qing came to her senses and held the knife in her backhand.

She followed Michael forward, absentmindedly.

Michael glanced back at her, then glanced at the knife in her hand, with a faint smile still on his face.

But when he turned to look forward, the smile on his face immediately condensed, and then gradually disappeared.

Chu Qing didn't notice anything was wrong.

Walking forward, still immersed in his own thoughts.

Suddenly, Michael turned around, grabbed Chu Qing's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Chu Qing fell backwards.

Michael grabbed her waist, turned around, and pressed her against the tree behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head, and his forehead was lowered to that of Chu Qing.

There is only two centimeters between the lips, and the breaths blend together, making it very ambiguous.

Chu Qing's eyes widened and she put the sword on his shoulder: "Michael, what are you doing? Let me go!"

It was very forceful, but fortunately it was not pulled out of the sheath, otherwise Michael would have been stabbed.

With a low laugh, Michael stretched out his hand and rubbed Chu Qing's head gently, "Whose saber is it? Your lover!"

Without thinking, Chu Qing rejected it: "No!"

Michael smiled and held Chu Qing's hand naturally, as if they were lovers who had been in love for a long time.

Chu Qing instinctively resisted his hand.

But Michael's strong big palm held her hand tightly and refused to let go.

"Michael, I think you may have misunderstood something," Chu Qing knew that foreigners were very open-minded. She didn't know if it was something about herself that made him think too much, so she quickly explained to him.

Michael slightly curved his peach blossom eyes, and there was a tenderness in them that he didn't even notice: "I didn't misunderstand anything, I just wanted to tell you, Jet'aime!!"

He said the last few words in French.

Chu Qing can understand French, so he naturally understands what it means.

She widened her eyes and looked at Michael in surprise, "Michael, I am Chinese. I grew up in China. Our Chinese people are more traditional. You are making such a joke, which really makes me uncomfortable. It makes me uncomfortable."

I feel it’s too unreal and boring.”

I knew that Westerners were more open-minded, but I really didn't expect them to be so open-minded.

They had known each other for less than twenty-four hours, and they actually said they liked him.

What do these Westerners like? Sex?
Chapter completed!