"Mingbei Fang!"
She hissed angrily, "Get out of here!"
"I won't listen."
The man's lips curled slightly as he carried the almost weightless girl to the bed, habitually placing her on the inside against the wall while he lay down on the edge.
He turned slightly to the side, slipped one hand under the girl's neck, tucked the blanket around her with the other, and flicked his finger to extinguish the candle. "Go to sleep."
"..."
His movements were fluid and effortless, leaving Mo Shisheng no room to refuse, much less resist.
The room was completely dark, and a quiet atmosphere prevailed.
They could only hear each other's even breathing. After a long while, when Mo Shisheng wanted to change her sleeping position, she was suddenly pulled into a hot and hard embrace.
“Ah Sheng…”
Ming Beiya called out the girl's name in a low, cool voice, followed by a steady stream of breathing.
He wasn't pretending to be asleep; Mo Shisheng knew that. So, was calling her name now also an unconscious act?
Mo Shisheng could understand Ming Beiya. When he saw her, he would never have imagined that she was Beiya, who died at his hands a thousand years ago.
Afterwards, they fell deeply in love and were mutually attracted, with almost no misunderstandings between them.
But things are different now. Mo Shisheng has regained her memories, and what Lingya did, including Ming Beiya's protection of her, are all knots in Mo Shisheng's heart that she can't untie.
Even if she can't let go of it in her heart, she will force herself to let go.
She wasn't that thick-skinned to continue loving the man who had terrified her and yet acted as if nothing had happened.
Moreover, their identities were inherently irreconcilable opposites; she was a goddess, and Ming Beiya was a demonic dragon…
As if nestled in a familiar embrace, with the cool scent filling her nostrils, drowsiness gradually overwhelmed her, and Mo Shisheng slowly drifted off to sleep, her consciousness fading until she fell into a deep sleep.
I slept well all night.
I slept without any dreams.
This was the first time Mo Shisheng had a good night's sleep since leaving the South.
The next day, Mo Shisheng was awakened by a burning gaze.
The moment she opened her eyes, she met the man's dark, jade-like eyes, the ink within them like an unyielding black mist, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
"woke up?"
The man's thin, rosy lips curved into a slight smile, his eyes overflowing with doting affection. He raised his hand to tidy Mo Shisheng's disheveled hair, his fingertips caressing her face with tenderness.
"How could I not wake up when you're looking at me like that?"
Mo Shisheng calmly withdrew her gaze, sat up from the bed, put on her shoes, got out of bed to wash up, and then went behind the screen to change her clothes.
After she finished doing all this, a blinding white light flashed past the corner of her eye. She frowned slightly and subconsciously turned her head to look, only to find the man shirtless, preparing to put on his clothes.
Mo Shisheng's lips twitched slightly. Just as she was about to look away, the man caught her red-handed. He smiled faintly and said, "Asheng, you don't need to peek."
"Who said I peeked!"
Mo Shisheng replied subconsciously.
Upon hearing this, the man's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. "Yes, Ah Sheng is looking openly and honestly."
Mo Shisheng: "..."
Go to hell.
Ever since unlocking the man's sharp tongue skill yesterday, Mo Shisheng has almost no desire to say another word to him, fearing that she might accidentally be verbally killed by his venomous remarks.
It's better to be here now!
To distort the truth and reverse right and wrong!
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