But even this soothing fragrance couldn't calm Yu Weiyin's mind.
The moment she learned about the death of Yu Chutian and Zhao Wushan, she understood that it must have been Shao Mo's hand last night.
Regarding this incident, she was a little shocked and caught off guard.
She didn't blame him, but she found this matter very difficult. Because of the deaths of Yu Chutian and Zhao Wushan, Liang would probably be more difficult to deal with; and she blamed him, even if he didn't take action, she still treated those two people with frost and fire.
Epilepsy, they will die sooner or later, it is just a matter of time.
What shocked her was that Shao Mo could move so quickly.
What she couldn't deceive herself was that the moment she felt protected and cared about by him, she was truly moved.
The scene this morning suddenly came to mind. He opened his big palm and gently held her small hand, with very light force, as if he was holding a rare treasure carefully.
Recalling how he gently rubbed the back of her hand with his scorching hot lips, her cheeks began to feel faintly hot even though she was now wearing a veil.
At this moment, the man who was as cold as ice was kneeling on one knee in front of her.
He was dressed in black black clothes, and his hair was scattered on both sides of his face. His black hair was like his whole body, cold and hard, not pliable, and slightly rude and savage.
The arc of his sword eyebrows is as cold as a sword and as deep as a spear. Just looking at these eyebrows, you can tell that he is a cold, ruthless, taciturn person.
But he had extremely dark eyes.
Those eyes are as black as the sea, unable to see the bottom, as deep as a pool, and there seem to be thousands of stars gathered in them. When these eyes stare at a person tightly and intently, they suddenly reveal a bit of primitive emotion.
The danger is frightening, but yet one is willing to drown in such a deep sea of eyes.
His lips also had a thin and cold arc.
However, when she kissed the back of her hand, it would emit such scorching heat, as if she had been thrown into the furnace to burn her to ashes. If she hadn't used a huge amount of energy at that time,
Thoughts, struggling to control the restless heart, I am afraid it will jump up in shock.
This man...
Her eyes lingered, falling on his straight and broad back, his strong and strong chest, and his big hands holding a sharp sword with visibly blue veins.
Those hands have clear joints, slender and strong, but the palms are covered with rough calluses.
Even holding her little hand gently could make her feel a slight sting.
But she also remembered that it was these hands that had touched her whole body, brought her into his arms, and made her rise and fall in confusion... The open posture and raw provocation became clear at this moment.
visible.
Yu Weiyin closed his eyes and stopped looking at him, but he couldn't control the images that kept flashing in his mind.
At first, it was she who brought him back to the Yu Mansion from Huangque Street, and she ordered people to teach him martial arts... Then, it was his persistent protection at the foot of Nanshan Temple... and later, it was him who held the sword in the Duwei Mansion.
The figure with red eyes stood there; in the end, he was kneeling in front of her, with a cold and unyielding look.
Those scenes, as she recalled them carefully, reappeared more and more vividly.
Yu Weiyin opened her eyes, her heart became soft due to these memories, and her chest was filled with indescribable joy, which was constantly flowing, making her phoenix eyes, as clear as an autumn lake, even brighter and translucent.
She sighed inwardly.
He was indeed impulsive, but looking at him and looking at him seriously again, she couldn't help but raise her lips and smile.
Shao Mo didn't know what she was thinking, but the big hand holding the sword suddenly tightened.
He guessed that with her intelligence, she must have known that he was the one responsible for the murder. She called him in this time, but remained silent for a long time. Could it be that she hated him for making independent decisions? She hated him for being impulsive and disrupting all her plans?
Or maybe she was angry with him and blamed him for such a fatal move?
His pursed lips were extremely cold and handsome.
He lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the dark green rhombus carpet, but he didn't regret it at all.
He knew that even if it happened again, he would make such a decision.
What he regretted was that he acted too late, allowing him to watch her being hurt over and over again. Just like Ling Chi, the pain of being unable to protect his beloved bit him day and night, making him go crazy with pain.
He held his breath and held his voice for a long time.
He still didn't know what she was thinking, but because of all the speculations, he began to panic, and his breathing became rapid. He couldn't help but asked in a hoarse voice: "Miss... are you in Weimo..."
The moment he raised his head, a look of surprise appeared in his deep eyes, and the next words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
What did he see? God, he almost thought he was dazzled!
Until he blinked a few times and realized that the woman sitting in the rose chair was still looking at him tenderly, great joy suddenly rose in his heart.
Even though she was wearing a veil, her eyes were as curved as crescent moons, and she was obviously smiling at him.
That smile was as sweet as spring water, as bright as stars, yet more genial than the spring breeze and more brilliant than the summer flowers. It was comparable to all the beautiful things in the event, reaching deep into his heart, making him fascinated by it and his heart skipping a beat.
"Although you are too impulsive."
"Mo...Mo..." Sweat beaded on Shao Mo's forehead, and the joints of his palms were slightly white due to tight clenching.
In fact, just looking at his awkward appearance is a kind of enjoyment.
Yu Weiyin laughed, and his gently rising tone was like thin hooks, wrapping people tightly.
"But I don't blame you."
Such a tall and upright man, who was as fierce as a tiger and leopard when drawing his sword, was able to grovel at her feet so meekly and helplessly. Because of her smile, a few traces of crimson appeared on his wheat-colored face.
, extending to the earlobe, seems to be dyed with a light cinnabar powder.
Her smile deepened, but she didn't know how to tell him the decision she made silently in her heart.
Shao Mo's heart beat like a drumstick.
The dark eyes became deeper and deeper, like a big net opened in the dark night, trying to catch her densely in it. The moment her chest trembled slightly, it was like being struck by lightning, which made her whole body shocked by this strangeness.
And swift emotions.
She had liked someone before, and she understood what was going on.
But the feeling at this moment was deeper than before. She was tightly wrapped in this turbulent emotion, like a spider's thread, and she had no ability to resist.
Her cheeks quietly heated up under his gaze, but this time, Yu Weiyin did not dodge as usual, but still looked at him, and her eyes seemed to become gentler.
Shao Mo's eyes flashed with expressions of surprise, confusion, panic, questioning, etc., and in the end, they turned into intense ecstasy!
While watching, he confirmed the attitude of the woman in front of him.
He was sure that the emotion shown in her eyes at this moment was that she was interested in him, and it was not that she didn't take him seriously!
This ecstasy made his dark eyes become even hotter, but he still did not dare to act rashly.
He stared at her, his voice a little hoarse than before, "Miss... you are teasing Mo."
"Oh? Really?"
Yu Weiyin laughed softly, and her delicate voice was mixed with subtle tenderness. Shao Mo's fists clenched tighter and tighter. In the end, he felt the tight strings in his brain break with a clang amidst the extreme burning.
He could no longer endure it, and his tense body moved as fast as a cheetah, heading towards his prey with precision.