Yuan Qingyin's eyes were filled with tears, her heart was beating fast, and she thought secretly, look! General Mu Yingchuan treats her so badly, maybe he will draw his sword and chop her in the next second!
She has to be careful!
Mu Yingchuan looked at Yuan Qingyin a few more times with strange eyes. He caught a glimpse of the lotus pink sachet that fell on the ground. He was stunned and walked towards her.
"You! What are you doing!?" Yuan Qingyin took a few steps back cautiously as if facing a great enemy.
Mu Yingchuan said nothing, but walked over with his long legs and a gloomy face.
"If you come any closer, I'll call for help!" Yuan Qingyin stretched her neck and yelled anxiously. Seeing Mu Yingchuan getting closer and closer, she chose to cover her throat cowardly!
Mu Yingchuan glanced suspiciously at Yuan Qingyin, who was making a fuss. He walked past her, bent down slightly, and picked up the sachet with his slender, rough fingers. He could clearly see that it was embroidered with peony flowers, which were exquisitely made, and the word "Qing" was embroidered on it. It exuded a fresh and pleasant fragrance.
His pupils shrank, and he suddenly realized that this was Yuan Qingyin's private property!
Yuan Qingyin was still immersed in the fear of being killed. She closed her eyes tightly and her body trembled as if she had seen a ghost.
Yuan Qingyin didn't feel the pain she had imagined, so she opened one eye suspiciously. Seeing no one, she breathed a sigh of relief and raised her lips to smile.
Unexpectedly, that rough and loud voice rang in my ears: "Miss Yuan, you are a sachet."
The next second, a big hand stretched out from her side, with a sachet in the palm.
"Ah!" Yuan Qingyin screamed in fear, turned around and looked at Mu Yingchuan's face. She was so scared that her eyes rolled back and she took several steps back before she managed to steady herself. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and she glared at Mu Yingchuan with anger in her eyes: "You! Where did you steal it from?!"
steal? !
Mu Yingchuan was stunned: "I am the great general of the Daxing Dynasty, why would I steal your sachet? I was picking it up, and you dropped it on the ground by yourself!"
Yuan Qingyin's face changed, and she subconsciously shrank her head, trying to recall that maybe she really had dropped it. She swallowed and stretched out her hand stiffly: "Then give it back to me!"
Mu Yingchuan curled his lips in disdain: "You can't take it yourself? Or do you want me to throw it to you?"
"You!" Seeing Mu Yingchuan's ferocious face, Yuan Qingyin decided to swallow the humiliation and reached out to pick up the sachet in Mu Yingchuan's hand. When she pinched the sachet with her slender fingertips, she gently stroked his palm.
Mu Yingchuan shuddered all over suddenly, and an uneasy expression appeared on his usually tough and rough face.
Mu Yingchuan, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, had skin as thick as a wall, but when Yuan Qingyin accidentally touched him just now, the warm and soft touch made his heart tremble.
Mu Yingchuan lowered his eyes stiffly, his gaze landing on Yuan Qingyin's flustered little face. Suddenly, he felt something strange in his heart. He clenched his fists, coughed lightly, and slowed down his voice: "I mean, you can just tell me and I'll give it to you."
Yuan Qingyin bit her lip, lowered her eyes to look at the sachet in her hand, glared at Mu Yingchuan, snorted heavily, turned around and left.
"Hey! Miss Yuan, you haven't told me what you are doing yet?!" Mu Yingchuan frowned, his expression excited, and shouted anxiously. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Yuan Qingyin's wrist, and pulled it hard.
"Ah!" Yuan Qingyin was caught off guard and screamed in fright. Before she could react, she bumped into a hard and broad chest!
Bang, bang, bang,
At such a close distance, she could even clearly feel the sound of Mu Yingchuan's violent heartbeat!
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