Mo Qin understood his subtext. She reached out and pushed him away without hesitation, sitting up from the bed.
Wenzel retreated according to her force and did not do anything unnecessary, just quietly waiting for her answer.
Instinctively, I didn't want to make her angry again.
She just said she didn't want him anymore.
Mo Qin looked away, feeling like she was being fooled by his obedient appearance again.
"If you don't obey, you will be punished."
Wenzel's eyes dimmed a little, and he asked softly, "What do you mean?"
He knew that this disobedience referred to the things he had done before.
He, who had never regretted anything before, suddenly felt a little regretful. If he hadn't done those things, would he be...
But there is only a little regret.
Mo Qin curled her lips towards him with a pure and harmless smile, but the words she said were not very pleasant to him.
"It means you get nothing."
“…”
There was silence in the room for a moment.
Wenzel seemed unable to digest the meaning of this sentence, and his heart, which had been beating rapidly, gradually calmed down.
My exposed skin suddenly felt a little cool, not because of the weather.
He didn't say anything, but quietly moved his fingers and rubbed them against the girl's soft little hand. Seeing that the girl didn't dodge, he boldly held the girl's hand and moved closer.
The girl still looked at him calmly.
She said she got nothing.
He doesn't believe it.
Sure enough, he hugged the girl's waist again. It was so thin and soft that he didn't want to let go. Why didn't he think of this earlier? He began to regret it again, a little more this time.
Feeling a little more confident, he slowly spoke:
"Is it temporary or forever?"
Mo Qin saw the scar on his shoulder and raised her hand to touch it. She was not on guard against him, and he was not on guard against her either. This was more like a game.
"It depends on my mood."
Even though there wasn't even a deadline, Wenzel felt much better.
"Okay, I can wait."
Thinking of something, he added, "You can't have anyone else, not even touching her."
He discovered this treasure, so it belongs entirely to him.
Mo Qin had no objection to this.
Thinking of what Wenzel had done, she was a little confused. "Are you a believer of the Temple of Light?"
The believers of the Temple of Light are ordinary people. They have good and evil, and their character can be good or bad, but they learn divine arts. What Wenzel used today was not divine arts.
"Um... no."
Wenzel raised his head and stared at the girl, his black eyes dotted with light, as bright as a sea of stars.
"I am your believer."
Whoever controls his desires is his god. He is willing to be her most devout believer.
Mo Qin laughed, "I am now a member of the Temple of Light. Why do I need believers?"
"You are a god." Wenzel smiled and touched the girl's cheek with his lips. "Mine."
Mo Qin wondered if he knew her identity.
But how did he know?
Would a normal person believe such a thing?
But Wenzel is not a normal person.
Mo Qin pressed against his chest, stopping his movements, "You can go back now."
Wenzel looked at her.
"I want to be here. I want to sleep with you."
Mo Qin yawned and crawled into the quilt.
"Okay, then go turn off the lights. I'm sleepy."
Wenzel was visibly happy.
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The first ray of sunshine in the early morning shines on the earth, and the city wakes up from its deep sleep.
Wenzel looked at the little girl sleeping in his arms and felt an unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.
He couldn't help but lean over and kiss the girl on the cheek, then reluctantly got up.
In the dim light, the injury on his shoulder was much better than yesterday, and it might be back to normal tomorrow.
It was an hour later when Mo Qin woke up.
Wenzel prepared everything.
"Sir, please eat."
On the small round table in front of Mo Qin, there was an attractive and delicious breakfast, and people were talking not far away.
"I saw Wenzel coming out of Master Qin's room this morning."
"You mean..."
"Yes, that's what you meant."
"I thought Lord Qin wouldn't have that kind of thought about Wenzel."
"Hey, are you kidding? When you went to the bar for a fling, did people think anything of it?"
It's just for relaxation and a moment of joy.
"Tsk, I really envy Wenzel. Why didn't he choose me?"
"If I could become that lord's squire, I would never go to the tavern to relax again."
Someone looked at him in surprise, their eyes showing undisguised disdain. "What are you dreaming about? Why don't you look in the mirror to see if you are worthy?"
"I'm not worthy, but are you?"
"Well, I didn't say that."
As soon as Abner arrived in the hall, he heard these discussions and couldn't help frowning.
In this situation, do you still have the mind to spend your energy on this kind of thing?
"Sir Holy Son."
Someone saw Abner suddenly appear behind them.
"When are we going back?"
"There's no rush for now." Thinking of the news Qili brought last night, Abner didn't plan to go back now.
Some people disagreed, saying, "But the injured need a better environment to recover, and the bodies need to be brought back for burial."
Although the injured person saved his life, he just did not die.
Their bodies were damaged like that, and it was probably impossible to recover. They could only live with ugly scars for the rest of their lives.
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