"I am Shangguan Yan. Whether you believe me or not is up to you, Grand Preceptor." Mo Shisheng's soft red lips curved slightly, and she said no more.
However, at that moment, the horses pulling the carriage were startled, let out a long neigh, and went out of control.
The carriage swayed with the horse's movements. Ming Beiya sat up straight, but Mo Shisheng didn't have such good balance. As soon as Ming Beiya stepped back, she uncontrollably lunged at him.
Mo Shisheng nestled into Ming Beiya's arms, tilting her head slightly to meet his deep eyes. Ming Beiya's exquisite face remained expressionless. "Throwing yourself into my arms?"
"I'll give you my head."
Mo Shisheng gritted her teeth and glared at Ming Beiya, then quickly steadied herself and prepared to get up from Ming Beiya's body.
Outside the carriage, Qi Muxiao recognized it as Ming Beiya's carriage and immediately dismounted and ran towards it.
Qi Muxiao was wearing a long red dress today, but Ming Beiya's horse was extremely averse to the color red. When it saw a red figure running towards it, it lost control and started moving around wildly.
"Please keep your distance, Princess, so as not to disturb you." Zhuque frowned and said to Qi Muxiao. After he calmed the horse down, Qi Muxiao actually came closer again.
"Zhuque, is the Imperial Preceptor inside? I want to see him, I..."
"hiss--"
The horse went out of control again. Mo Shisheng, who was in the carriage, finally managed to sit up straight, but then she was thrown towards Ming Beiya again.
Her face was extremely close to Ming Beiya's, and she had to use both her hands and feet to prevent her face from touching him.
If she accidentally gets involved with Ming Beiya, who knows how this devil will take revenge on her!
The expected softness didn't come, and Ming Beiya frowned slightly. His gaze fell on the face so close to his own, and he found that Mo Shisheng had his hands on the carriage, forcefully preventing the two from touching.
Ming Beiya watched as Mo Shisheng's delicate face gradually flushed red. The carriage was still swaying, and Mo Shisheng, without any support, seemed to be struggling.
Seeing Ming Beiya looking at her calmly, Mo Shisheng said, holding back her anger, "Why don't you give me a push!"
"No."
Ming Beiya's lips curved slightly, the arc of which was exquisitely beautiful, her smile faint. Her stunning face slowly drew closer to Mo Shisheng, whose eyes widened in astonishment. "You!"
Suddenly, Mo Shisheng could no longer hold on and collapsed into Ming Beiya's arms once more, her soft red lips pressed against Ming Beiya's lips...
She's dead...
Mo Shisheng felt her body slowly turning to stone; she seemed to see the scene of Ming Beiya torturing her.
Ming Beiya had no idea what Mo Shisheng was thinking at that moment. When Mo Shisheng's soft red lips touched the corner of his lips, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Mo Shisheng into his arms.
His rosy lips lingered on hers, his tongue gently prying open Mo Shisheng's teeth, forcefully stealing the sweetness from her mouth, and Mo Shisheng let out a soft moan.
Ming Beiya's advances were gentle yet domineering, and Mo Shisheng almost succumbed to them. By the time she came to her senses, Ming Beiya had already slowly backed away.
He sat there upright, elegant and composed. If it weren't for his crimson lips turning a deep, alluring red, and Mo Shisheng sitting in his lap, she might have doubted that the one who had just forcefully taken from her mouth wasn't him, Ming Beiya.
What a despicable scoundrel!
What a waste of such a beautiful face!
Mo Shisheng got off Ming Beiya and gently wiped her lips.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
