But Mo Jing lowered her head and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mo Yuan, I have a grudge in my heart. I don't want to get married until I have avenged it."
Ling Moyuan's deep, dark pupils darkened slightly. Although his movement was very subtle, Mo Jing still noticed it.
Mo Jing knew she was selfish, completely disregarding Ling Moyuan's feelings for her own sake. But she couldn't help it; just thinking about how Shen Xiangming and Feng Tianxiang treated her mother, and then herself, made it impossible for her to consider anything else.
Her recent ups and downs do not mean she has forgotten this hatred; on the contrary, it has only become more deeply ingrained in her mind and heart.
Ling Moyuan's family background is too powerful. He is the eldest grandson of one of the three most powerful families in Kyoto and the heir to a military family. Even his mother is the eldest daughter of the Han family, one of the four most prestigious families in Kyoto.
Regardless of which aspect of his background it was, Ling Moyuan's status was noble and extraordinary. But an extraordinary family background also meant constraints.
She loved Mo Yuan and was willing to enter such a complicated family for him. But she also loved her mother, and she couldn't let go of her mother's tragic death in her past life. As long as she avenged herself, she was willing to put aside her pride and stay home to cook and take care of herself for Mo Yuan. But she had to avenge herself first.
Ling Moyuan hugged Mo Jing tighter, kissed her forehead, and said gently, "It's okay. Marriage is just another certificate; it doesn't mean anything. As long as your heart is with me, it doesn't matter to me whether we're married or not." As he spoke, Ling Moyuan placed his large, warm hand on Mo Jing's chest.
Mo Jing looked at Ling Moyuan with her clear, watery eyes, her eyebrows curving into a smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed Ling Moyuan's cheek, saying with a smile, "Thank you, Moyuan."
"But will your family agree?" Mo Jing couldn't help but worry.
Ling Moyuan pinched her little nose and said affectionately, "You've met my mom, grandma, and little brother. They all love you. I don't know what kind of magic you gave them. Don't worry!"
Mo Jing smiled and wrapped her smooth, fair arms around Ling Moyuan's strong waist.
Although rebirth is a difficult thing to understand, it truly happened to her. Just now, she said that she had a great grudge to avenge, and that if Ling Moyuan asked, she would definitely tell him, telling him everything from beginning to end. But why didn't he ask?
...
In the bathroom!
Mo Jing, holding a razor, somewhat awkwardly tilted her head back and shaved Ling Moyuan's chin.
She accidentally made another small cut, the second one already. Mo Jing looked at Ling Moyuan with some concern, stopped what she was doing, and frowned as she asked, "Why don't you do it yourself?" She was afraid that if she continued, his handsome and aloof face would be ruined by her.
Ling Moyuan grasped Mo Jing's slightly drooping hand and said nonchalantly, "I like it when you shave me." It gave him the feeling of a wife grooming her husband. Ling Moyuan didn't say this aloud, but the hopeful light in his eyes made it impossible for Mo Jing to ignore.
Finally, Mo Jing picked up the razor again and slowly began to shave, looking very careful, as if afraid of hurting him even a little bit more.
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