Wen Qing's body stiffened and he slowly raised his eyes, only to see Si Kong standing on the steps, with a smile on his lips, looking at him gently.
Although the tone was gentle and the expression was warm, Wen Qing felt uneasy in her heart and her back began to feel cold.
He pinched his palms nervously and quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at Sikong, for fear that he would not be able to hold himself together and perform poorly.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, as if she was going to greet Si Kong in a normal tone, but she stuttered as soon as she opened her mouth: "What a coincidence."
"Yeah." Sikong lowered his eyes, not caring at all about Wen Wei's trembling voice.
His eyes involuntarily fell on Wen Qing's lips, which were opening and closing.
Wen Qing's lips were bright red, and the soft tip of her tongue could be faintly seen as it opened and closed.
This human clearly had no intention of seducing anyone, but his every move, every word, and every action somehow tugged at their emotions and desires.
Sikong stared at Wen Qing's lips and remembered Yu Xing's words.
[You are so greedy, aren't two sons enough? ]
[If Sikong saw this... do you think he would join? ]
Si Kong didn't agree with it last night, but now that Wen Qing appeared in front of him, he felt that the answer was yes.
Especially after seeing Wen Qing's look when being kissed by Yu Xing.
Sikong half closed his eyes, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in the blink of an eye.
I want to kiss Wen Qing and ruthlessly ravage his soft and tender lips.
Listening to Wen Qing's wet and greasy hums, I wanted to see the complex expression of pain and pleasure on his face.
Sikong's eyes became darker and darker, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.
Wen Qing didn't know what Si Kong was thinking. He only felt Si Kong's particularly fiery gaze and his heart was pounding with nervousness.
Even though he didn't know the reason, he knew it wouldn't be a good thing.
Wen Qing pinched his palm tightly, which ached slightly. His brain was working rapidly. After a moment, he said to Si Kong: "That, that mirror..."
"What on earth is that?"
Wen let out a breath, hiding the nervousness and fear in his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Si Kong with a blank face.
Sikong looked into his clear eyes, his mind filled with passion, and his eyes turned red and wet.
He said slowly: "That is a relic left by my father."
"If mother wants it, I will naturally ask someone to bring it to you."
Wen touched it lightly and found that the mirror belonged to Sikong's father.
Not Sikong.
Wen Qing remembered something he had forgotten.
If the three young masters came out of the mirror, the first ones we need are the real Sikong, Yu Xing, and Ji Yu.
The three young masters were created by their father.
The real owner of the castle should be stronger than Sikong, Yu Xing and Ji Yu.
The fourth god.
Or... Sikong and the others' real father?
…………
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. This copy of his seemed to involve something extraordinary.
He couldn't help but purse his lips.
Sikong looked at his tightly pursed lips and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Don't you like that mirror?"
Wen nodded lightly and said slowly, "I'm not used to it."
"Can you take the mirror back?"
Hearing this, Sikong chuckled and said, "That's already yours."
Wen Qing lowered his eyelashes. As expected, Sikong was not going to help him solve the mirror problem.
Sikong walked down a step and said calmly, "You can do whatever you want with your things."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Sikong said lightly: "He is just a human being."
“Human beings are very fragile.”
"You could die at any moment."
After saying that, Sikong slowly stroked Wen Qing's hand and said calmly: "If you need anything, just ask Asha directly."
Wen Qing's expression changed slightly, and he understood what Sikong meant.
Sikong wanted him to kill someone.
Kill Wen Jing.
Wen Qing bent his fingers, not daring to say anything more, and said dryly: "I know."
He tried to retract his hand cautiously, and the next second, Sikong grabbed his wrist.
Wen Qing whispered, "You go and get busy first."
Sikong held his wrist without letting go and asked casually, "Where are you going?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "Go back to the room."
"Really?" Sikong looked at his nervous expression and chuckled, "There have been a lot fewer people in the castle recently. If you're bored, why don't you come with me to choose a maid."
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled with fear. Sikong's "young" means death.
He said slowly, "I'm not bored, it's okay."
Sikong asked again: "Do you want to go see the flowers together?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled even more: "No, no need..."
Not knowing what Sikong would ask next, he took the initiative to speak: "I'm a little tired, I want to go back to my room to rest."
Wen Qing tried to take a step up, Sikong held his wrist and chuckled, "Since you are not used to the mirror in the room, why don't you go to my room to rest."
Wen Qing paused.
Sikong only gave him three options.
Compared to looking at the bloody roses and going to Sikong's room, it is safer to choose the maid.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and whispered, "I, I'm suddenly a little bored."
"Let's go choose a maid."
Sikong chuckled and slowly let go of his hand.
Wen let out a breath and followed Sikong, slowly walking downstairs.
This time they were not going to the gardener's cabin where they had chosen one before, but to a reception room on the first floor of the castle.
The reception room covers a large area, with oil paintings hanging on the walls and a sofa in the center.
Sikong casually sat in the main seat in the middle.
Wen Qing paused and calmly sat down on the single chair on the sofa beside him.
When he was at a certain distance from Sikong, he relaxed a little.
"Master, Madam."
A familiar voice sounded, Wen Qing looked over and saw that it was Asha and Lily.
The two stood in front of Sikong, and Lily bowed her head and said, "The newcomers have just entered the rose garden, so it will take some time."
Sikong responded, tapping the sofa with his fingertips, and told Asha: "Get some of the Madam's favorite food."
"yes."
Soon, Asha came back with cake and milk tea.
She put down the cake and made a cup of milk tea for Wen Qing. Just as she handed it to Wen Qing, she suddenly heard a deep voice: "Asha."
Asha was so frightened that her hands shook and the teacup turned over.
Wen Qing quickly dodged to the side, and the milk tea did not pour on him, but all fell on the sofa.
Asha's face turned pale and she fell to her knees with a thud.
Without waiting for her to speak, Sikong said calmly: "So careless..."
"It soiled the lady's seat."
Wen Qing's heart sank, Sikong called Asha on purpose.
I am not happy with myself sitting here.
Asha's body trembled, her face was ashen, and she stuttered, "Please, please punish Asha, Madam..."
Wen Qing took a deep breath and said softly, "It's okay."
He slowly stood up and walked towards Sikong: "I'll just change my position."
Wen Qing walked over and sat down beside Si Kong. He didn't dare to get too close, nor too far away, and kept half an arm's length away from Si Kong's body.
Asha was still kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear.
Wen Qing said, "Asha, I want to drink black tea, go get it."
"Yes," Asha stood up quickly and stumbled out.
She remembered to close the door when she left.
Only Wen Qing and Si Kong were left in the reception room.
Feeling the coolness lingering around him, Wen Qing bent his fingers, his heart beating faster with nervousness.
The living room was so quiet that he could clearly hear his own breathing and heartbeat.
Very nervous.
Sikong must also know that he is afraid.
Just as he was thinking, Wen Qing suddenly felt a hand on his waist.
His body trembled and he almost jumped up.
Sikong asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing whispered, "Yes, it's a little cold."
The next second, Wen Qing felt the hand on her waist suddenly get warmer.
Not only Sikong's hand, the coldness around him suddenly faded away, and was replaced by heat. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen by several degrees.
Before long, Wen Qing felt a little dry in the mouth due to the heat.
He tried his best to ignore Sikong's hand, picked up the teacup, tilted his head back and drank the whole glass of water.
Wen Qing drank the water quickly and nervously, and some water droplets splashed on his cheeks.
He put down the teacup and caught a glimpse of Sikong looking straight at him.
Wen Qing's heart tightened, and before he could do anything, Si Kong held his hand down.
Sikong held his hand with one hand, slowly raised the other hand, put it on his cheek, and whispered: "Your face is wet."
"Let me wipe it for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong placed his fingertips on the water droplets and slowly wiped them towards his lips.
Wen Qing felt a chill on his lips, and then Sikong's wet fingertips pressed against his lips.
Sikong flexed his fingers, inserted his fingertips into his lips and gently parted them.
"Your lips are wet, too, Mother."
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