"Give it to me." Feng Qingcang's tone was as cold as ever, with an air of determination that could not be refused.
"No." Xin Moer refused decisively and stepped back three steps away from him.
Feng Qingcang stopped talking and moved his feet slightly. He blinked and turned behind Xin Mo'er, holding her left hand hidden behind her back. When she saw the embroidery that the bird didn't look like a bird and the chicken didn't look like a chicken.
, the scissors in his hand almost fell to the ground.
Xin Moer raised her head and scanned the expression on his face. She felt very depressed. She knew he would have this expression.
However, she didn't want to embroider it so ugly.
She suddenly remembered that the first time she met Zuo Wan, she had falsely accused Zuo Wan of giving Feng Qingcang an ugly chick. In fact, Zuo Wan's embroidery skills were really good.
He is more than a hundred times stronger than her.
Unexpectedly, ten years later, she would be the protagonist of embroidered chicks.
She was so embarrassed that Xin Moer could almost imagine how Feng Qingcang would ridicule her next.
Feng Qingcang took the divine embroidery in her hand and stared at it carefully for a while, "Well, it's not bad. I didn't expect you to be quite talented."
Xin Mo'er's eyes widened and she couldn't move her eyes. It took her a long time to confirm that she had not heard wrongly. He actually praised her uncharacteristically. The frustration in her heart just now disappeared without a trace, and she was happy.
He said, "Father, are you saying that this pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water has passed the test?"
"Do I no longer have to embroider these things in the future?"
"Does it mean I don't have to eat braised pig head anymore?"
Xin Moer's series of words did not give Feng Qingcang any chance to interrupt. It was not until she finished that Feng Qingcang took over the words and nodded lightly, "Well, since you don't like embroidery, you don't need to embroider anymore.
, this pair of embroidery is pretty good.”
Feng Qingcang took her embroidery off the embroidery hoop, put it into his arms as if casually, and put it into his heart.
He took Xin Moer's left hand again, lowered his head, trimmed her uneven nails into a beautiful arc, then pulled her to the basin stand, washed her hand cleanly before letting go of her hand, and whispered
He said, "You don't even know how to trim your nails. How lazy are you?"
Xin Moer took back her hand, stood up on her toes, and pressed a deep kiss on his beautiful forehead.
Feng Qingcang only felt that her heart paused for a moment, and suddenly, it kept beating, and the faint haze on her cheeks flew straight to her earlobes.
"Father..." Xin Mo'er called softly.
When Feng Qingcang heard her soft call, the warmth in his heart disappeared instantly, and his face returned to its former coldness.
Suddenly, his hands brought her into his arms, held her up, and attached his lips to hers, fitting tightly with her pretty little red lips.
Xin Moer didn't expect that he would kiss her lips again.
This is something only lovers can do, but he did it several times in succession.
Before Xin Mo'er had time to resist, Feng Qingcang gently but domineeringly pried open her cherry red lips, and took the opportunity to penetrate her mouth with his tongue, tasting her fragrance fiercely and enjoying her belongings.
Her taste.
She fascinates him as always. She seems to be a poisonous poppy that has kept him addicted for a long time and he can never get out of it.
He likes her.
I like her unique smell.
I like her playfulness.
I like her bad temper.
I like her occasional coquettishness.
I like to see her angry.
In short, I like everything about her...
He has perished.
But she didn't want her to watch him sink, while she stayed out of the world.
"Well..." Xin Moer felt that she could hardly breathe, her breathing was a little blocked, and her body felt numb.
"I...I..." Xin Mo'er pushed hard, but couldn't push him away. She made a weak voice intermittently, "I'm about to...suffocate..."
Feng Qingcang was shocked when he saw that her expression was abnormal and sweat appeared on her forehead. He quickly let her go and cursed, "Are you stupid? You can't even breathe even with a kiss!"
Now that the mountain was far away from her, Xin Moer finally breathed in the fresh air, gasping for air. After a while, she straightened her breathing. She put her hands on her waist and half-bent her body, "Do you think anyone can kiss?"
Ah! You didn't inform me in advance, how could I know that you would kiss me suddenly? How can you blame me for this?"
"You are saying that if we kiss in the future, I will inform you in advance, right?" Feng Qingcang caught the flaw in her words and pressed on.
Xin Moer straightened up, what on earth was she talking about? She really doubted whether her brain was flooded, and she suddenly had the urge to slap her mouth. She cleared her throat and returned to her soft and frail appearance, "Father
Wang...you clearly know what I mean. You misunderstood."
Feng Qingcang's eyes changed, and they became more cold and stern. He grabbed her right hand with his big hand and dragged her in front of him again, "Father? Are you still going to call me father now?"
"Are you going to call me your father for the rest of your life?"
"After kissing and sleeping, do you think the relationship between us is still as simple as father and daughter?"
"Are you deceiving outsiders, or are you deceiving yourself?"
"Xin Mo'er, you are acting like a weakling! You obviously have feelings for me, why don't you admit it?"
Feng Qingcang's series of barrages blocked Xin Mo'er to shame.
Xin Moer was frightened by his cold eyes and took a step back, but because he pulled her hand, she couldn't help but gasp, "Father...it hurts!"
She could feel that he had left a red mark on her right wrist.
"You still know pain? You are simply a careless woman. How can you know pain? You have always watched me fall into the chess game and couldn't get out, but you put yourself out of the chess game and let me get stuck alone!
"Feng Qingcang's long-suppressed emotions all burst out at this moment.
The servants who had not yet left the house saw this scene and quickly left Feng Qingcang's room, leaving it to the two of them.
Lan Yin was worried that Feng Qingcang might accidentally injure Xin Mo'er in his rage, so she didn't dare to leave and stood aside nervously.
"Get out! Close the door!" Feng Qingcang didn't look at Lan Yin, but everyone knew who he was addressing.
Lan Yin trembled, glanced at Feng Qingcang, and then looked at Xin Mo'er uneasily. Not receiving her signal, she left the room full of anxiety and worry, closing the door.
In fact, Xin Moer was worried that this scene between her and him would be seen by more people. She felt that it was necessary to deal with the emotional issues between him and her now, and she could not continue to be so entangled.
When the time comes, the two of them will only be hurt more deeply.
"Let me go first." The corners of Xin Mo'er's lips were pale, and deep purple bruises appeared on the wrist she was holding.