As the wind and snow intensified, Mo Shisheng leaned lazily against a large tree, one hand behind her head and the other holding a wine jug, taking sips every now and then.
“Ah Sheng”.
A clear, magnetic voice rang out, calling out that long-lost address.
Mo Shisheng was slightly taken aback, thinking it was just a hallucination caused by drinking too much. A cold smile appeared on his lips. As he stood up from the tree, his legs gave way and he fell straight to the ground.
Just as she was about to use her superpower to prevent herself from falling to the ground, she suddenly fell into a warm embrace.
The scent was familiar and pleasant, and it struck the softest spot in Mo Shisheng's heart, causing a sharp pain.
“Ah Sheng…”
The cool, clear voice coming from above her head, combined with the warm embrace she was in, told Mo Shisheng that she wasn't hallucinating.
The tone was heavy with longing, reluctance, and doting, but even more so with a heavy heartache that made Mo Shisheng's heart ache.
Mo Shisheng lifted her face from his embrace, her expression indifferent and expressionless, as if his presence had nothing to do with her. "Put me down."
"..."
Ming Beiya remained silent, only lowering his gaze to lock onto the girl's captivating peach blossom eyes. She possessed a unique fragrance, faintly mingled with the scent of wine.
He parted his thin lips slightly, "Have you been drinking?"
"It's none of your business."
Mo Shisheng raised her hand and pushed Ming Beiya's body, but found that she couldn't move him at all. She frowned slightly, "Ming Jinheng, put me down!"
Hearing Mo Shisheng's address, Ming Beiya felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart. "Ah Sheng, what did you call me?"
"Ming Jinheng, isn't that wrong?"
Unable to break free from Ming Beiya, Mo Shisheng simply gave up, knowing she was no match for a man's strength. A slight smile played on her lips. "Or perhaps, you want me to address you as Your Highness, like you demons do?"
"..."
Knowing that Mo Shisheng must hate him, resent him, and even want to kill him after regaining his memories, Ming Beiya had already imagined how Mo Shisheng would scold and hit him on his way to find Mo Shisheng. He also thought that if Mo Shisheng really wanted to hit him, he would never fight back.
However, reality disappointed him. Mo Shisheng didn't hit him or scold him; instead, her eyes, which used to smile at him, turned icy cold.
Even the way they addressed themselves became incredibly unfamiliar, as if the two were complete strangers.
Ming Beiya would rather Mo Shisheng hit or scold him than see her so cold towards him.
Thinking of this, he hugged the girl in his arms even tighter, as if he wanted to "knead" her into his body and make her one with his own blood and bones.
Ming Beiya used too much force, and Mo Shisheng felt her bones aching from being squeezed. She spoke calmly, "Is it because Lingya wasn't by your side to satisfy you that you came to the Divine Realm?"
"Ah Sheng!"
The man let out a low growl, filled with restraint and helplessness. He couldn't bear to yell at her after all. The strength in his hand gradually loosened, and he reached out a warm, dry hand to gently cup the girl's delicate face. Her features were becoming more and more stunning, capable of captivating anyone with just one glance.
Ming Beiya leaned down, and Mo Shisheng realized what he wanted to do. She turned her head slightly, but the man cupped her face, not allowing her to move away.
His thin lips, slightly cool, landed on the girl's brow. The kiss was pure and sincere, devoid of any impropriety.
Despite the slightly cool temperature, Mo Shisheng felt as if a branding iron had been placed on her brow, the temperature shockingly hot.
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