The scene reversed so quickly that Qi Mo didn't even have time to react. He was restrained in an instant. The dagger on his neck reflected the cold light, as cold as the scythe of the god of death. If he is not careful, he will take away people's lives.【
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Qi Mo's eyes were dark and motionless, staring at Zhong Qingye, his breathing was heavy, and he could even clearly smell the faint smell of blood coming from the dagger blade.
In fact, he didn't believe that Zhong Qingye would really kill him, because he knew that Zhong Qingye was a smart man, and smart people cherish their own lives. Killing a prince in the palace was such a brainless thing.
Aoba can't do it.
But when he looked into Zhong Qingye's eyes, those beautiful eyes were dark and gloomy, like a deep pool that could not be detected. All emotions were covered under the black pupils, and only the bone-gnawing coldness burst from the bottom of his eyes.
Fear spreads out.
The murderous aura on her body was faint, and she seemed to be returning it, as if she was not scary at all, but as soon as she came into contact with her eyes, people could not help but feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Staring into such eyes, even with a tough mind like Qi Mo, he couldn't help but suspect that if he really dared to make another move, Zhong Qingye's dagger would cut his neck without hesitation.
This was the first time Qi Mo had experienced this sense of oppression that always followed him. It was really uncomfortable, and his eyes gradually became cold.
Zhong Qingye looked at him calmly until the lust in his eyes gradually faded, then he put down the dagger in his hand and said lightly: "Get up."
The commanding tone made Qi Moxin angry. Not only did he not get up as she said, but he tightened his grip around her body.
Zhong Qingye glanced at him indifferently and was not angry when he saw that he was not moving. Anyway, the suppressed body could not move. She simply reached out and randomly pulled out a piece from the quilt folded next to her and covered Qi Mo with her eyes.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep carelessly.
Qi Mo looked at her calm face, feeling angry for a moment, not knowing whether to be angry or laugh, this woman was a little too presumptuous!
From time to time, the crisp sound of firecrackers could be heard outside the house, and the roar of people could be heard faintly, but there was silence inside the wedding room. Bright red silks were hung silently in the corners of the room, and red silk hangings hung on the high platform facing the door.
The bright word "Happiness". The red candle is burning high, the warm yellow light is ambiguous and bewitching, burning motionlessly, filling the room with tranquility.
Qi Mo lay all over Zhong Qingye, covered with a quilt, while Zhong Qingye slept peacefully with his eyes closed. This scene is extremely ambiguous and harmonious to anyone who sees it, and its personal taste is,
But it made Qi Mo dumbfounded.
Is this his wedding night?
Qi Mo glared fiercely at the calm girl beneath him.
Being so close, Qi Mo could clean every part of her face. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't like the beauty or because he was too lazy. Since he met her, Qi Mo rarely dressed her up in detail. Today was a wedding day, so she rarely put on heavy makeup.
After a while, her eyebrows were smoky, her eyes were plump, her lips were thickened with fat, and her face was alluring and charming.
The warm candlelight quietly shone in from the angle of the quilt, brushing against her face. The thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and the fine fuzz on her skin was clearly visible.
Because her eyes were closed, covering her eyes full of cold light, Zhong Qingye rarely showed a trace of gentleness, and even the stubborn thick eyebrows in the past seemed a bit softer, diluting the heroic spirit on her face, and her lips were crystal clear
And clear.
Qi Mo's original anger disappeared inexplicably, and the arms tightly holding the girl's waist unconsciously relaxed a little. The originally angry hug turned into a rather gentle embrace, holding the girl in his arms, like
Holding a delicate baby in her arms.
After holding her like this for a long time, seeing that Zhong Qingye didn't react at all, as if he really fell asleep, Qi Mo felt funny and angry at the same time. He stared at her and didn't know whether he should slap her to wake her up.
Let her continue to sleep while watching others.
After all, this whole day of etiquette was enough to bear. She also experienced kidnapping and assassination. Even the strongest woman should be tired...
Looking at her small face that was no bigger than his hand, and her waist that was too slender in her arms, Qi Mo suddenly remembered how she was lying on the bed dying some time ago. At that time, he was holding her body with little flesh, holding those black
, thick blood flowed continuously from her mouth, and for the first time she understood what fear was.
For the first time in my life, I am so afraid of someone dying...so unwilling for her to die...
And now, she was lying underneath her, with a calm face and gentle breathing. Although her body had been left with permanent trauma, at least she was still alive.
The last bit of depression in his heart disappeared in an instant. The corners of Qi Mo's mouth raised slightly, he stretched his neck and gave her a big sip on her pink cheeks. He rolled off her body, lay beside her, stretched out his hand and held the bell unceremoniously.
Qingye hugged her whole body, and then closed her eyes with satisfaction.
After a while, rhythmic breathing sounded softly in her ears. The girl with her eyes closed slightly opened her eyes and glanced sideways at the man. She saw that his expression was natural, as if he had really fallen asleep.
Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing what he was feeling in his heart. He glanced into the quilt, and vaguely could see the man's arm tightly wrapped around her waist. It was full of domination. As soon as his leg moved, there was another one immediately.
The legs were pressed tightly.
Zhong Qingye was amused and helpless at the same time. He couldn't move, so he turned around and glared at Qi Mo fiercely. The dim candlelight cast a warm halo on the howling wolf mask tightly clasped on the upper half of his face.
On weekdays, he is a little less cold and sharp, and more calm and gentle.
Zhong Qingye was suddenly curious, why does Qi Mo wear an iron mask? Why does he never take it off? What kind of face does it have when it is covered by such a cold iron mask? Is it true that like the folk rumors, Qi Mo is half-faced?
Yama? The upper half of your face was disfigured when you were a child, so do you have to wear an iron mask?
The more Zhong Qingye thought about it, the more curious she became. She suddenly wanted to lift off his mask and see what kind of face he had under the mask. She thought so and did the same. She stretched out her hand from the quilt and slowly spread it on his iron face.
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The cold touch flowed from the fingertips. Zhong Qingye was slightly startled, and a strange emotion flashed through his heart. How many years had he carried such a cold iron face?
She was lost in thought when she suddenly stretched out a hand from the bed, grabbed her hand in the air and dragged her into the bed. The man didn't open his eyes and said calmly: "I promised others that I would not take off my mask.
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Zhong Qingye was stunned. His hand that was about to struggle suddenly stopped. He frowned slightly and thought for a while, but finally said nothing.