Cong Mo practices the way of ruthlessness!
Cong Mo caressed his face, his breath carrying the sweet scent of peach blossom wine as he said, "Mr. Leng, you are... so beautiful."
Leng Can is so beautiful, like a cute and extremely proud deer. He is always cold, arrogant and resolute in front of others, but only in front of her, he is charming, pitiful and cute. He will stick his head out and act coquettishly towards her all the time, trying to win a little pity from her by being nice.
This was Cong Mo's first impression of him, and it was also the reason why she couldn't refuse Leng Can.
She recalled that day countless times, wondering if it was because the sun was too bright or her heart was beating too fast.
She deliberately spoke loudly to suppress her pounding heart and the bright sun shining on her heart, but she was inexplicably and obsessed by him, and could no longer move her eyes away. She only wanted to keep her eyes on that person.
So she followed her heart and arranged the most exquisite sedan chair, delicious snacks, and the big house in the mansion that they should live in after getting married.
But these were all said by Leng Can himself. He said that he was her husband and they had been engaged since childhood.
She just did what he said. She thought that she had done nothing wrong by listening to her husband.
"Love at first sight?" Leng Can pursed his lips tightly, tears rolling down uncontrollably, dripping onto Cong Mo's collar and wetting the fabric.
Yi You suddenly panicked, "No, are you unhappy? Why are you crying? I'm so sorry for you..."
Leng Can buried his face in her neck, his tears rubbing against her skin, burning her. "No, I'm... so happy. I never thought I'd hear these words from you in my life."
He never thought that one day he would hear such passionate words from Cong Mo.
Cong Mo likes him...
Leng Can stood up, wiped away his tears, then raised his hand and punched himself.
Cong Mo hadn't expected his action and was stunned. He quickly stopped his hand and looked at the half-red face with heartache, "Why did you hit yourself? It's all red..."
"I'm just too happy, too surprised, Xiaomo. I never thought that one day I would be able to..." Leng Can covered her hand, rubbed his cheek against her palm, and his tears fell on her palm. "Hearing such words from your mouth, I'm just... too happy. I'm afraid this is a dream that will be shattered easily."
"Why do you think so? This isn't a dream. I'm speaking from the heart. I'm not such a cold and heartless person." Cong Mo blushed and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek before immediately pulling away. "I, I... just don't understand my own feelings. And you came to the barracks to find me, and I'm actually... very happy. You know, I miss you so much when I don't see you. I don't understand this impulse and thought of mine, so I'm suppressing it. I'm just... very shy."
They were in tune with each other, and Leng Can was too shy to even look at her. When had he ever heard her say such a long string of words? Seeing him cry, she would comfort him like this. He felt indescribably sweet in his heart, and pink bubbles popped up on his head, and he said sweetly, "I am also... very shy."
"Don't be shy."
Cong Mo took a deep breath, as if to cheer herself up, cupped his face with both hands, looked straight into his eyes, leaned over and kissed him. Leng Can clearly saw what she was about to do, his whole body stiffened, his mind turned twice, and then he pouted.
Their lips touched, and a "pop..." sound was heard.
"Um..." Cong Mo blinked and asked in a whisper, "Do you want... a kiss?"
How could Leng Can refuse this, especially since it was Cong Mo who started it. He raised his head and bit her lips, while one hand dishonestly stroked her lower back and the other hand pressed her neck tightly.
“…Mmm…Mmm…Mmm…”
It was not until he carried her and pressed her onto the couch that Leng Can's confused mind came back to his senses a little and realized that the current situation was inappropriate. The old man could see everything in the illusion in the scroll, and it would be unacceptable if he saw Xiao Mo's body.
Leng Can stared at Cong Mo beneath him, his hands stroking her stopped, and he blurted out with difficulty, "My lady, not tonight."
Cong Mo was panting, his eyes misted over as he stared at him blankly, "Why?"
"Hiss... too fast." Leng Can groaned, and his hand holding her thigh unconsciously became stronger. He was reluctant to stop now.
The arrow is on the string and must be shot, but he can't shoot it now.
Leng Can took a deep breath, raised his hand to pinch Cong Mo's waist, got up from her, and then stood up and retreated to the corner of the wall, far away from her, "Let me take it easy, it's too hot."
Cong Mo sat up, grabbed his clothes, and his breathing was also unstable.
The old man Qing Yi recovered very quickly. He no longer needed a wheelchair and could walk independently these days. He had just come back from taking a bath when he saw Leng Can and Cong Mo in the scroll. They were standing strangely in a room, but they were very far away. Their clothes were messy, their lips were red and swollen, and their eyes were so tender and sad that they didn't move away from each other at all.
Anyone who looked would know what had happened. The old man shook his head helplessly. He practiced the Way of Mercilessness, but that didn't mean he didn't know about this. He endured it again and again, but he couldn't hold it back anymore and roared at Leng Can at the scroll, "Leng Can, from today on, you will sleep in the same room with Xi."
"If you do this again, I will get you out and let you complete the task alone."
"Cong Mo is practicing the Way of Mercilessness!"
Leng Can shrank his head, looking dejected, and smiled at Cong Mo, "My dear, I... it's better for me to go to sleep with my cousin today."
While sleeping with his legs spread out and snoring, he was awakened by the sound of Leng Can kicking the door.
He was so frightened that he sat up and rubbed his head. He was still sleepy and couldn't see the scene clearly. He only saw a tall figure. "Is it my junior brother?"
"Yes." Leng Can responded listlessly.
"It's so late, what are you doing here, hugging the quilt... huh?"
"Make room for me." Leng Can sat on the couch without saying a word and squeezed him inside.
"No, what do you mean?" Yu now realized what he wanted to do and leaned in. "Where's Junior Sister? Why don't you sleep together?"
He is also a stubborn person who doesn't understand human nature. He doesn't believe that men and women should be intimate with each other, but it seems that he doesn't think there is anything wrong with Leng Can and Cong Mo sleeping together.
Leng Can wrapped himself in the quilt tightly, and pulled his pillow to take up half of the space, "Kicked out by Master..."
"You still have the nerve to say that?" The voice of the old man sounded, and Leng Can was frightened into silence immediately.
The old man took a deep breath and said, "Huh... Do you want me to tell you what you just did again?"
“Huff…”
Leng Can began to snore softly at this time, trying to avoid the coercion of the old man.
He looked at him with some embarrassment, "Master, this..."
The old man showed no mercy and said, "Give him a slap in the face, and he will wake up naturally."
"this…"
"Yi, listen to my brother."
He couldn't stand the old man talking to him like this. He hesitated for two seconds and raised his arm decisively, "Junior brother, I'm sorry."
"Ouch, I woke up suddenly."
Before the slap even landed on his face, Leng Can propped himself up with his arms and sat up. He pushed away Li's hand and looked at him pretending to know nothing. "Brother, what do you want to do?"
Cang: "..."
An old man said: "..."
The old man held his forehead with his hand, feeling both hatred and amusement towards him. "Don't do such an out-of-bounds behavior again next time. Cong Mo is cultivating the Way of Mercy. Disturbing her Dao heart is not a good thing. It won't do her any good."
"But once she wakes up, she will forget everything in the illusion!"
"So you want to do something bad?"
"I didn't, I..." Leng Can couldn't come up with an explanation.
The old man advised, "Leng Can, Cong Mo has no romantic roots. You know she can't understand or appreciate emotions. She can't respond to the kind of feelings you want. You should think it through. There's no need to waste time on this. Instead, you should learn to let go early."
"It was my fault that I asked you to maintain Cong Mo's affections. I didn't consider your feelings and was only looking for the best solution. If I had found another way, perhaps I wouldn't have made the mistake I did. Now Cong Mo is drowning in an illusion. Everything you see is fake. Don't take it seriously, and don't fall in love. I hope you can think things through, for yourself and for Cong Mo."
"I understand." He knew very well what the old man said. He agreed reluctantly, pouting and shedding two tears as he lay down.
It’s so annoying that no one and nothing goes his way.
Why does Cong Mo insist on practicing that unreasonable and ruthless way!
When Cong Mo woke up the next day, he rarely went to the military camp early, but had breakfast with Leng Can.
Leng Can originally hated waking up early, but the time that the old man Qing Yi and Cong Mo were in hibernation had made him accustomed to it.
Seeing Cong Mo, he was both happy and worried. He was happy that they had exchanged feelings last night, but worried about the advice the old man had given him.
There is no possibility for him and Cong Mo.
"Why didn't you go to the military camp early today?" Leng Can served her porridge. "Meat porridge is delicious."
Cong Mo took the meat porridge, but his eyes stayed on his face.
Leng Can felt embarrassed by her stare and turned away, "What's wrong, I..."
"Master Leng, please look at me." Cong Mo grabbed his arm, stood up, walked over to him, and looked at him seriously. "Why are your eyes red? The bruises under your eyes are a little more serious, and your face is a little pale. Did you... cry after we parted last night?"
Leng Can pursed his lips tightly. After hearing what she said, he couldn't hold back his tears any more. His voice was choked with sobs. "Nothing, just close your eyes."
"How can you lie like that?" Cong Mo stood on tiptoe and hugged his head. "I'll hug you. Can you tell me the reason?"
Leng Can couldn't help it, he put his arms around her waist and buried his head in her shoulder, sobbing softly.
The old man watching their love in the scroll, "..."
Did what he said last night go down the drain?
How come these two are hugging each other again...
Leng Can paused for a moment before slowly saying, "Nothing, it's just that I talked about my family with my cousin last night."
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