Ning Yazhi sniffed, turned her face sideways, and avoided the lingering and sweet kiss. Yes, it was very sweet and warm.
If he wasn't Mu Chengfeng, or she wasn't Ning Yazhi, that might have been the most beautiful kiss in the world.
But--
Mu Chengfeng is a very sensitive man. He quickly sensed Ning Yazhi's sobriety. Her avoidance was the best proof. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
This woman is indeed different.
It is obvious that her passion and will will be indulged in his deliberate management, but her reason always recovers at the wrong time.
The sexy lips were slightly outlined into a very seductive arc: "Woman, you really don't understand style."
The tears on Ning Yazhi's face have not dried yet, especially the teardrops hanging on the long curved eyelashes, which seem to be as crystal clear as morning dew, especially the ones on the lower eyelids, which have an intimidating lightness in the darkness.
The light made Ning Yazhi's face look extremely beautiful.
He was slightly startled, shocked by her beauty.
At this moment, he realized that Ning Yazhi's facial features seemed to be carefully carved by God, and her eyes were even more breathtakingly beautiful. Whether she was laughing or crying, she always had a seductive aura.
Ning Yazhi was frightened by his cold gaze.
On this silent night, he was like a dangerous and bloodthirsty wolf. Appearing alone in her room was inherently dangerous.
Sudden tenderness is also extremely dangerous.
Yes, even though she knew the danger, she still felt a sudden throbbing, an incomprehensible throbbing, as if she knew it was poison, but her heart was so honest and would only be loyal to it.
So, she tried hard to tell herself that this was just an illusion.
An illusion after being too frightened today.
Mu Chengfeng is a lunatic. He will not show his gentle side to women. All this time, she has only seen his perverted and bloodthirsty side, so gentleness is also a way for him to pervert.
The choked voice had a slightly hoarse quality, "Am I dreaming?"
He stared at her with a half-smile: "Do you think it's a dream?"
"..." If it wasn't a dream, how could he kiss her and talk to her so patiently.
"Today..." She hesitated for a long time, still wanting to confirm whether what happened today was real, a dream, or whether it was an act.
"Really." He said the word calmly, as cold as ever, but his eyes were slightly hot, which was absolutely different from the coldness in the past.
The real feeling of death came out, and Ning Yazhi's face turned pale. She instinctively pushed him away, then shrank to the other side of the bed, hugging her knees, and stared at him warily. In the darkness, the clear
The black eyes are like a little beast in danger, exuding the light of martial law.
A flash of anger flashed across Mu Chengfeng's eyes. Is this woman so afraid of him?
Is he a ferocious beast? Will he devour her?
From the look on her face, it seemed as if he would destroy her if he came close, or drain all her blood if he came close.
He wouldn't allow her to feel this way!
"You're afraid of me." Those three words contained suppressed anger.
Ning Yazhi felt its coldness, raised her head suddenly, and her eyes just met his slightly angry gaze. She admitted very honestly: "Yes, Mr. Mu, I am afraid of you."
"Why?"
"..." A bitter look appeared in her eyes. Why? Does he still want to ask the reason? What happened today was the most terrifying and darkest day in Ning Yazhi's life. Even in her dreams, she was afraid