Ming Qiancheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the hand that was holding Mo Shisheng's neck changed to holding her chin. Ming Qiancheng's handsome face slowly approached, trying to kiss Mo Shisheng's soft red lips.
The girl continued to resist, but her oxygen-deprived face gradually regained its color, and her red lips parted slightly as she breathed in the air.
When his lips were just a finger's width away from Mo Shisheng's, Ming Qiancheng suddenly stopped, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Mo Shisheng, have you fallen in love with my younger brother?"
"What, are you jealous of him?"
Mo Shisheng chuckled, her shimmering peach blossom eyes meeting Ming Qiancheng's directly. Her gaze was clear, as if she could see into the deepest darkness within a person.
Ming Qiancheng gently stroked Mo Shisheng's delicate chin with his fingertips until a blush appeared before stopping, then gently raised his index finger and placed it against Mo Shisheng's lips.
Shh, he's coming.
Mo Shisheng knew who Ming Qiancheng was referring to, and only the appearance of Ming Beiya could make Ming Qiancheng feel threatened.
"Mo Shisheng, he's just an illegitimate child, why do you love him?"
Ming Qiancheng's voice carried a hint of confusion, "You are clearly mine."
"It's not dawn yet, it's not time to daydream."
Mo Shisheng said coldly, her lips pressed against the man's slender index finger, making her somewhat uncomfortable.
Ming Qiancheng seemed completely oblivious. He chuckled lightly, "Mo Shisheng, I look forward to the day you know the truth. Will you choose him or me?"
I would rather die than choose you.
Mo Shisheng's tone was icy, and just as he finished speaking, the palace door was forcefully pushed open.
As the sky gradually turned a pale white, mixed with the glow of the rosy sunset, it shone on the tall figure at the doorway, stretching his shadow on the ground considerably.
Mo Shisheng turned her head slightly and gave Ming Beiya a faint smile, "Long time no see."
A faint smile appeared in Ming Beiya's glassy eyes, and her thin, crimson lips parted slightly, "You're itching for a beating."
"Hit me then."
Upon hearing this, the girl raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes sparkling with intelligence, and her tone softened without her realizing it.
This was a side of Mo Shisheng that Ming Qiancheng had never seen before. He slowly got up from the bed and walked a few steps to Ming Beiya. The two men, who were the same size, faced each other. One was wicked and effeminate, while the other was stunningly beautiful and aloof.
"For her sake, Gara Academy is abandoned?"
Ming Qiancheng's wicked smile deepened. "How come I never realized you were such a romantic?"
"How could you possibly understand me?"
Ming Beiya curled his lips slightly and strode towards the bedside. As he brushed past Ming Qiancheng, he said calmly, "I don't care about anything else, only she can belong to me."
These words were spoken so softly, as if a gust of wind had swept by.
He walked to the bedside, lowered his eyes to meet Mo Shisheng's gaze, and repeated, "You're itching for a beating."
"You didn't mock me? That's a miracle." Mo Shisheng chuckled and naturally stretched out her arms. "Hold me, my legs are numb."
...
As she recalled this scene, a mist gradually welled up in Mo Shisheng's eyes, and her nose stung with tears.
I feel like crying...
Mo Shisheng chuckled softly. She had only experienced the feeling of crying once, and that one time was enough to leave an unforgettable impression on her. She dared not recall that feeling again.
It's excruciatingly painful.
She tilted her head slightly, carefully recalling the scene when Ming Beiya carried her that day. He seemed to have enjoyed it, didn't he?
I think so, since he seemed to be in a good mood.
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