"If I really did kill him, what would you do?"
Feng Guang frowned again, looking troubled. After a long while, she finally made up her mind, took his hand, and asked, "You didn't leave any evidence of the murder, did you? The person died in a gentle embrace. As long as you don't leave any evidence, no one will suspect that you did it."
Mo Qing suddenly smiled, "I'm from Black Wind Stronghold. So what if I left behind evidence?"
Feng Guang paused for a moment, only now remembering that he was actually still the leader of Black Wind Stronghold. To the government, Black Wind Stronghold was known for its ruthless killings and heinous crimes. Whether they had one more life on their heads or one less, it made no difference.
"Then...am I overthinking things..." She looked at him shyly, because he really didn't seem like a bandit, to the point that she had forgotten what his true identity was.
"No." Mo Qing lowered his head slightly, a hint of pleasure showing in his dark eyes. He lowered his voice, "If we weren't on the street and there weren't any other people around, I would definitely kiss you."
His deep, slightly husky voice was captivating, and Feng Guang's face flushed uncontrollably again. She looked around and, seeing that no one had heard them, breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked up at him shyly and said, "Speak more seriously."
He chuckled softly. "I didn't kill him."
"What?" She was stunned. "You're saying you didn't kill Zhang Cong?"
“That’s right,” Mo Qing said. “After I brought you back to the inn last night, I stayed with you the whole time. Even when you were asleep, I didn’t leave you for a moment.”
Even when she was asleep, she clung to his waist and refused to let go. Mo Qing, in turn, couldn't bear to push her out of his arms. In fact, when she was asleep, her hands would always wander uncontrollably over his body. He was both in pain and pleasure at being taken advantage of by her unconsciously.
Feng Guang didn't doubt Mo Qing's words. She pursed her lips and asked, "Then what did you mean by deliberately making me think you killed the person?"
“You’re taking this too seriously, so I couldn’t resist teasing you.” He pleaded in a low voice, “Don’t be angry, Fengguang. You can do whatever you want to me when we get back.”
You can do anything...
Thinking about the whip and the candle... she almost had two nosebleeds. She shook her head, trying to shake those stimulating scenes out of her mind. She said with a straight face, "Be serious. Since you didn't kill the person, that's good."
He said slowly, "To be honest, it's not that I haven't thought about killing him."
Feng Guang was stunned for a moment, but quickly thought he was joking and didn't take it seriously. Instead, she thought about it seriously for a while and said, "It's really strange. Last night, Qiao Ling and I clearly saw Zhang Cong leave the 'Gentle Garden,' so how could he have died there?"
Could it be that Zhang Cong was killed after returning to a life of pleasure?
At this moment, the officials cleared a path, and the crowd parted to make way for a man in brocade robes. His face was cold, and he exuded an air of kingly disdain. He walked into the boudoir, and the officials treated him with great respect.
"Duanmu Xuan..." Feng Guang finally saw the man's face clearly, but was even more puzzled. "Why is he here?"
At this moment, Mo Qing spoke coolly, "I remember, that was Feng Guang's fiancé."
Behind the glamour, a chill ran through her: "He's just my fiancé in name only; I have absolutely no feelings for him."
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