After Mo Xie left, Wu Ziling sat on the pavilion and looked at Mo Xie's back reluctantly, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
There was a light in her eyes that had never been there before.
Wu Ziling's legs were so painful that even standing up was difficult.
"Have you seen enough?" A low and hoarse voice came from behind Wu Ziling, and Wu Ziling's soul was in a state of horror.
She looked back, and at some point, Wei Li stood behind her, with a high and cold attitude, looking at her coldly, with a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.
Wu Ziling subconsciously moved back, her eyes full of fear.
Her fear stung Wei Li, making him violent and extremely irritable.
"Am I a ghost? Are you so afraid of me?"
Wei Li gave a sneer and came close to Wu Ziling. He bent at the waist and leaned down. The two faces were so close that they could hear each other's breathing clearly.
Wei Li stretched out his hand and pinched Wu Ziling's chin, controlling Wu Ziling, and asked: "Do you like Mo Xie?"
Wu Ziling shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face, "I didn't..."
Wei Li suddenly leaned over and touched his lips. The soft touch made Wei Li feel hot all over.
He thought, it seemed good to keep such a person by his side.
But thinking of the way Wu Ziling looked at Mo Xie's wandering eyes, Wei Li was filled with anger and used a lot of force. Wu Ziling's lip was bitten, and the smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth.
The pain in her mouth made Wu Ziling scream in surprise.
With this opening of his mouth, Wei Li took advantage of the situation, attacked the city, and turned the world upside down. The smell of blood made him crazy, and he almost lost all his sanity.
Wu Ziling's painful tears kept pouring out.
Wei Li put his hand on her collar.
Wu Ziling's eyes widened, she grabbed Wei Li's wrist, and shouted incoherently and anxiously: "Don't...don't be here."
The more Wu Ziling said this, the more Wei Li refused.
Stab.
Most of the clothes were torn, and Wei Li tore all the obscene clothes.
Footsteps sounded and stopped again.
Wu Ziling looked outside the pavilion, her eyes widening.
Mo Xie stood there and looked at Wu Ziling calmly.
After Mo Xie left, he thought that the pavilion was relatively remote, Wu Ziling was alone and had no maid, and her legs could not walk, so he thought of picking her up.
After all, Wu Ziling is considered a friend of Qing Ge.
However, when he came back and saw this scene, Mo Xie was quite embarrassed.
He could naturally recognize the man as Wei Li, but he never expected that Wei Li, who was usually gentle and polite to others, would be so rude in this regard.
Mo Xie could immediately think that Wu Ziling and Wei Li had never had any emotional signals. All this should be Wu's father's idea.
Wu Ziling's eyes were very red. She clutched Wei Li's clothes tightly, and her heart was bleeding.
What she least wanted to see was this.
She wished she could find a hole in the ground and plunge into it.
Wu Ziling closed her eyes and did not dare to look at Mo Xie.
She had nothing to do with Mo Xie, but just because of that humble love, she felt like dust.
"Brother Mo." Wei Li let Wu Ziling go, with a trace of red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
The corners of Wu Ziling's mouth were broken.
"Young Master Wei is so elegant, I won't disturb you anymore," Mo Xie said.
Wei Li put his arms around Wu Ziling's waist to prevent Mo Xie from seeing him.
Mo Xie walked away very simply.
Wei Li looked at Wu Ziling's closed eyes, became angry with embarrassment, and pulled off the last hem of Wu Ziling's clothes...
"ah--"
Mo Xie was walking in front, and Wu Ziling's cry of pain and pain came from behind.
Mo Xie was unmoved, his face was expressionless and he was tired and lifeless.
He has endured too much pain these past few days.
The dual torture of his soul and body, if he had not been determined, he would have sought death long ago.
However, after being poisoned by Falling Flower Poison, he was able to persist until now without being discovered, which is probably the first time in history that Mo Xie did so.
Mo Xie was thinking that Qingge had arrived at the reception hall at this moment. This was not the Beiyue Empire. She had no one to talk to, so she should be drinking a little wine by herself and be happy.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Mo Xie's thin face.
After a long time, the two people in the pavilion stopped.
Wu Ziling fainted, with tears all over her face. Wei Li's eyes softened a little.
He took off his outer robe and wrapped it around Wu Ziling's thin body, and then walked back with Wu Ziling in his arms.
In the bathtub, Wei Li helped Wu Ziling wash her body, then took the gel ointment and applied it to the injured area.
Gel cream is refreshing and cooling,
Wu Ziling frowned, and all the bones in her body were about to fall apart.
Wei Li put Wu Ziling on the couch, changed into new clothes, and walked out.
Not long after, the maid trotted in to look after Wu Ziling.
The maid took off the blanket covering Wu Ziling's body, her eyes were red, "Master, he is too cruel."
Wu Ziling opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.
She had no strength at all, and her whole body ached everywhere.
Wu Ziling's eyes were empty and tears flowed out.
Her unbearability was revealed to Mo Xie.
Wu Ziling clenched her hands tightly. She had no right to hate Wei Li. After all, she had followed her father's orders and provoked Wei Li first, so she had no right to talk about hatred.
She just felt that life was so boring.
Wu Ziling's whole body ached, especially her legs, and she couldn't stay down at all.
Wu Ziling lay on the couch and closed her eyes.
If it were Ye Qingge, such a magical woman, she would definitely not live in such humiliation.
Wu Ziling was extremely envious.
At this time, Wei Li had already arrived at the reception hall. His face was full of spring breeze, he was in a good mood, and there was no trace of gloom.
When Mo Xie came, he met Yan Yu and sat at the same table with Yan Yu and Qing Ge.
Also sitting here is Yan Shibing.
Yan Shibing kept looking for opportunities to talk to Qingge, but Qingge was cold and indifferent, while Yan Shibing was passionate.
"Qingge, I heard that you like to drink. My father is your uncle. Although he is not good at drinking, he has collected a lot of good wine over the years. You can come to Yan's house to try it someday." Yan Shibing said, his eyes particularly sincere.
The relationship between Qingge and the Yan family is tense and unclear, and everyone else knows that even when they talk, they will deliberately avoid it.
This time Yan Shibing was so good that he directly pierced the layer of paper.
Qing Ge looked at Yan Shibing, who looked at him with wide eyes, eyes as black as gems.
Qing Ge rubbed the delicate wine glass with her fingertips, her thoughts turning over and over again.
Is Yan Shibing really such a simple person?
Living in the Yan family, which kills without spitting out bones, now the Yan family is in internal strife. Yan Shibing found her at this juncture. Is it really because of the so-called family affection?
If so, why didn't Yan Shibing come to her after all these years?
When she first came to Luohua City, why didn't Yan Shibing go to listen to Yuxuan?
Qingge's eyes were surprisingly cold.
She doesn't trust anyone.
Behind the smiling face is a terrifying trap like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
Qingge noticed a line of sight and turned around to see Li Yanran walking in.
Different from her usual gentle and elegant appearance, Li Yanran today is wearing a red gown, with her exquisite collarbone specially exposed. Her waist is divided into two parts, and her white and soft waist is looming under a touch of gauze.