Ling Xuewei's eyes were a little red, and all the grievances, uneasiness, and longings she had felt over the past few days came out like a fountain. She suddenly hugged Ye Moyan's waist and buried her head in his neck.
Ye Moyan stiffened.
Subconsciously he wanted to push her away, but suddenly he felt warm liquid slipping from his neck.
Ye Moyan's heart tightened.
That inexplicable emotion came again.
He couldn't explain it clearly, he just felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart tightly, making him feel so uncomfortable that he felt suffocated.
It wasn't until later that he realized that this feeling was called heartache.
It turned out that as early as this time, this woman had already entered his heart and took root deeply. She only needed an opportunity to grow into a towering tree.
After a long time, Ling Xuewei finally vented her emotions and came back to her senses. She saw that Ye Moyan's shoulders were soaked with her tears and her clothes were wrinkled.
Ling Xuewei's ears felt a little hot and she didn't know how to deal with this embarrassing situation.
Ye Moyan looked at the woman in front of him with red eyes and nose. It seemed that because she had just cried, her face that was originally too pale had become a little more rosy, making her look less sick.
From Ye Moyan's angle, he saw tears still hanging on Ling Xuewei's slender eyelashes. He accidentally raised his eyes and met her eyes, which were still full of tears and were as clear as autumn water.
Ye Moyan's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously averted his eyes.
My heart is a little out of whack.
Ye Moyan frowned, his breath slightly cold.
He stretched out his hand and pinched Ling Xuewei's soft chin. The smooth touch made him subconsciously rub the piece of soft flesh. His deep gaze wandered from her eyebrows to her nose, and finally fell on her lips.
Because of the injury, Ling Xuewei's lips were unnaturally white. They were neither thin nor thick, and the lip lines were beautiful. They were clean and somewhat seductive.
His fingertips caressed the lips unconsciously, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
The atmosphere is a little weird.
Ling Xuewei subconsciously stepped back, but found that her body was imprisoned, with the man's palm on her waist. This posture inexplicably added a bit of ambiguity.
There was an illusion that Ye Moyan wanted to kiss her.
This thought made Ling Xuewei inexplicably embarrassed.
But what’s going on with that inexplicable expectation in my heart?
"Tell me, what do you want? Huh?"
Ye Moyan's voice was slightly raised and somewhat hoarse.
Ling Xuewei looked into his eyes.
What does she... want?
--you.
From beginning to end, all she wanted was just you.
But when the words came to my mouth, I couldn't say them.
Ling Xuewei's eyes when she looked at Ye Moyan were too complicated, and there were so many emotions flashing through those dark obsidian eyes that he couldn't understand.
Ye Moyan's hand tightened slightly and he suddenly approached, "From the beginning, you approached me with a purpose. Why don't you tell me what you want directly? Power, status, fame, or something else? Tell me, and maybe I will satisfy you.
?”
Ye Moyan's voice was low and hoarse, with an invisible allure.
But those eyes were so cold that they penetrated people.
"If I tell you, will you really satisfy me?"
"Of course, you should know my identity."
Inspiring and seducing like a hunter targeting his prey.
Ling Xuewei's eyelashes trembled slightly. She could sense the cold and dangerous aura on Ye Moyan's body. Sure enough, he still didn't believe her.
Yes, knowing her identity and her deception, how could Ye Moyan easily believe her?
The initial vow had already been shattered today. What could make him fall in love with her again? She found it so difficult just to face his cold eyes.
Ye Moyan's suspicions, taboos, and temptations were like poison, destroying her willpower and gradually breaking her originally firm heart.
Ling Xuewei smiled bitterly in her heart.
She has always been invincible, but it is only when she faces Ye Moyan that she retreats steadily, unable to resist.
In this case, she would risk it all!
The last time, she wanted to bet again for the last time!
Hope rekindled in Ling Xuewei's eyes. She looked steadily at the man in front of her and opened her lips, "What if I say, I want you?"
Ling Xuewei's eyes narrowed.
"From the beginning to the end, all I want is you. To be close to you, I just want to see you and be with you all the time. I... love you... No matter what happens in the world or the passage of time, there is only you.
Only you..."
Her voice trembled slightly, and those three words seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
She never thought that one day she would say these three words in such a situation. It was like climbing mountains and wading through rivers, going through countless hardships and dangers, and finally reaching the other shore where she wanted to go.
Heart, anxious and restless.
Her hand tightened unconsciously, and the pain spread, but Ling Xuewei seemed not to notice it.
As soon as these words came out, Ye Moyan's eyes suddenly shrank.
The turbulent and unfamiliar emotions are like floods bursting out of the dam.
…
Ye Moyan didn't respond for a long time, making the light in Ling Xuewei's eyes gradually dim.
She slowly retracted her hand, and her already pale face was completely drained of color.
At this moment, my jaw suddenly hurt, followed by an overwhelming kiss.
Ling Xuewei's eyes widened and she looked at Ye Moyan's face so close, in disbelief.
The intensity of their lips rubbing together finally brought her back to her senses.
What followed was a kiss as fierce as a storm, like a torrential storm and a violent storm.
Unknowingly, she began to respond.
Ye Moyan's kiss pressed down again, this time with a bit of cruelty.
After a long time, when Ling Xuewei felt that she could hardly breathe, Ye Moyan finally let go of her.
She was so weak that she couldn't bear such a fierce and rough kiss, and her vision turned black...
Ling Xuewei's limp body was restrained in Ye Moyan's arms tyrannically, and the other party's low and hoarse voice came to her ears, "Remember what you said, if you dare to betray me, I will make you doomed."
After that, Ling Xuewei's vision went dark and she didn't know anything anymore.
…
When I woke up again, it was already bright.
Ling Xuewei stared at the ceiling in trance, could it be... a dream?
This dream is too real.
Even thinking about it, how could Ye Moyan kiss her? It was unbelievable no matter how much he thought about it.
She was really stunned.
She subconsciously touched her lips with her hand, and she hissed. Her lips felt a little painful and seemed... swollen?
Ling Xuewei's heart suddenly beat wildly.
Isn't it... a dream?
Is it true?
Ling Xuewei sat up subconsciously, but her wounds were involved, and she suddenly grinned.
"Sister Fairy, wake up!"
The door was pushed open, and the little guy ran over in surprise. Behind him, there was a cold figure.
Ling Xuewei stared blankly at Ye Moyan who walked in, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.
"Sister Fairy, you're finally awake! A Yuan will be worried to death if you don't wake up! Are you hungry? Where does it hurt? Or where do you feel uncomfortable?"
It only took a long time, but there was no response from the fairy sister. A Yuan waved to her in confusion, "Fairy sister?"
"Oh, I'm fine..."
She suddenly came back to her senses, her face feeling a little hot.
She was stunned to see Ye Moyan.
"Sister Fairy, what's wrong with you? Are you really okay?"
Facing the little guy's worried gaze, Ling Xuewei felt soft in her heart, "Well, I'm much better."
