Mo Shisheng spoke softly, noticing that Ming Qiancheng had released her. She then casually sat down on the tree trunk, raising her hand to touch her neck, only to find it damp and wet...
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. After feeling a slight sting, she knew that the wet sensation was all her own blood.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Mo Shisheng's lowered eyes. Shangguan Yue was the first person to make her bleed, and the one in front of her was the second!
At this moment, she only hated herself for not being strong enough, for being powerless against Ming Qiancheng!
Seemingly surprised by Mo Shisheng's calm response, Ming Qiancheng raised an eyebrow and looked down at the girl sitting casually and lazily on the ground. She was wearing the white school uniform of Jialuo Academy, which made her exquisite and beautiful face even more charming.
Her long, drooping eyelashes cast a shadow on her fair face, making her look endearing.
"Girl, tell me, what's your name?"
Ming Qiancheng chuckled and asked.
"dad."
Mo Shisheng spoke lazily, leaning lightly against the tree trunk, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. She took out a handkerchief from her storage ring, wiped the bloodstains from her wound, and then tied a ribbon around her neck.
Finally, a pretty bow was tied, making it neat and beautiful.
"dad?"
Ming Qiancheng felt that the name was particularly strange, and subconsciously repeated it.
Watching Mo Shisheng treat his wounds as if nothing was amiss, a hint of surprise flashed in his narrow eyes. He had thought that Mo Shisheng was afraid of him, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
"Why did you call me?"
Mo Shisheng swept her cold gaze in the direction of Ming Qiancheng's voice, "Any more questions for Dad?"
"..."
Ming Qiancheng felt something was strange, but couldn't figure out why. He eventually attributed it to the significant difference in Mo Shisheng's behavior before and after.
Seemingly disliking Mo Shisheng's innate arrogance, Ming Qiancheng strode over to her and squatted down, their eyes meeting in the thick fog.
The fog was still thick, but Mo Shisheng could actually see Ming Qiancheng's eyes clearly at this moment. His long, narrow phoenix eyes, with slightly upturned corners, held a hint of untamed spirit, yet also gave her a sense of familiarity.
This is insane!
Mo Shisheng assured him that this was the first time she had met Ming Qiancheng, but where did this sense of familiarity come from?
As Ming Qiancheng reached out to grab Mo Shisheng's chin again, Mo Shisheng seemed to have sensed it first, forcefully turning her face away and coldly saying, "Give me back my mask."
His hand slipped from his grasp, and Ming Qiancheng's brows furrowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of danger, "There's no good end to angering me."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng tilted her head and looked at Ming Qiancheng with disdain in her peach blossom eyes, without uttering a word.
Mingqian was furious. At that moment, a strong wind blew by, the fog suddenly dissipated, and all the scenery became clearly visible.
"Yan'er!"
Qingluan's voice came from behind, and Mo Shisheng was startled. Ming Qiancheng left at an extremely fast speed, and her white jade mask fell to the ground at that moment.
When Mo Shisheng reached out to take it, another hand caught the mask even faster than her.
The hand was fair and slender, with distinct knuckles; one glance was enough to tell it was a man's hand.
Mo Shisheng quickly raised her hand and covered her face with her sleeve, revealing only a pair of peach blossom eyes that were glistening with moisture.
When she looked up at the owner of the hand with its distinct knuckles, a hint of surprise flashed in Mo Shisheng's eyes. "It's you?"
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