Her domineering attitude made Ling Jingyu laugh out loud with pleasure.

"You can look at it, but you can't touch it."

He still reached out his hand, saying, "If you break it, you really have to marry me."

Mo Yunzhao stared at his hands, then reached out to grab them again.

But Ling Jing was on guard; as soon as she reached out, he immediately withdrew his hand.

Under the intimidating gaze of Mo Yunzhao, he extended his claws again.

However, just like before.

As soon as Mo Yunzhao reached out, he immediately withdrew his hand, refusing to let her touch him at all.

This happened several times, and Mo Yunzhao was about to explode with anger.

"you go……"

Die.

I can't say those two words.

She was so angry that her face turned red, then she stood up and said, "Go swim by yourself."

Once outside the cabin, a light touch of the toes sent it soaring away on the wind.

Under the hazy moonlight, the lake surface shimmered with light.

She wore a red dress with a fiery red skirt that fluttered in the wind, and her long hair flowed freely in the breeze.

This scene was so beautiful that she resembled Chang'e flying to the moon, causing everyone to look at each other.

Ling Jingyu watched her figure disappear, then smiled and picked up the white jade cup, drinking it all in one gulp.

He picked up his chopsticks again and began to savor the side dishes.

His hand would occasionally rest on the small table.

In a good mood, he drank alone for quite a while.

Afterwards, he put on his ice-silk gloves, put down the silver, left a note, and rode the wind away.

Once the people had left, the boatman hurriedly came in to collect the money.

But upon seeing the scene inside, they were stunned.

The once-polished wooden coffee table had become an icy, cold object, and the chopsticks and white jade cup also gleamed with a chilling light.

It's all frozen!

Are they all frozen solid?

No, it feels like it's turned into ice.

The boatman peered at the sky with a puzzled look, then scratched the back of his head. "Strange, it's not snowing. How did this perfectly good stuff turn into ice?"

It's almost April, it's so hot, why are there strange phenomena here?

Never mind, at least the money this gentleman left is enough for him to buy ten more sets of the same thing.

...

After returning to the manor, Mo Bilian first took a thorough bath, several times, but still felt sticky and had a lingering odor.

Finally, after wearing several sachets of fragrant pills, I felt a little better.

The bruises on my face, after applying medicine, are finally less swollen, but they are still red, and there are two large dark shadows under my eyes.

That was caused by Mo Yunzhao's punch; her eyeballs still hurt from the blow.

After tidying up and having a meal, she went to see Mo Jinghao.

Mo Jinghao was lying down, and Qian was turning him over and massaging him to make sure he wasn't lying down for too long and would feel uncomfortable.

"Lian'er, how is she?" Mo Jinghao asked anxiously when he saw her.

Mo Bilian sat down on a small stool in front of the bed. "Father, what kind of person do you think His Highness is?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?" Mo Jinghao pondered for a moment. "Young and promising, excellent in every way, but he lacks a maternal family and only has the Emperor's favor..."

Moreover, it's an extremely doting kind of pampering.

It's fortunate that His Highness the Crown Prince wasn't spoiled and ruined by such pampering.

Mo Bilian said, "I asked him what his attitude towards women is like?"

Mo Jinghao was stunned for a moment, then glared at her, "How would I know? I'm not a woman, I've never had the chance to see you."

Upon glaring at her, he noticed her face was injured again, so he frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What happened to your face again? Don't you know that a woman's face is the most important thing? Can't you protect it a little?"

This question made Mo Bilian very uncomfortable.

Who likes to be slapped in the face like this?