At the thought that she was going to attend Jian Qingyou's wedding tomorrow and would leave this place the day after tomorrow, Mo Qianxue felt a little reluctant to say goodbye and at the same time at sea about the future, turning and tossing in bed, unable to fall asleep.
In the dark, Ning Shaoqing stretched out his arms to hold her, his starry eyes twinkling, "My Qianxue doesn't sleep at night. I guess...probably she wants to do something?"
Mo Qianxue bit her lip, turned around and left him a back.
To be honest, she did want to.
At this special place and moment, it'd be better that he stopped teasing her. It wouldn't be fun if a spark turned into real fire.
Ning Shaoqing turned her to face him, fingers gently stroking her cheek, hesitated for a second, and then as the fingers rubbed her lips, they instantly became heated.
Mo Qianxue wanted to turn away again, when Ning Shaoqing suddenly took a deep breath and kissed her.
In fact, he was also restless at the thought of going back to the heartless indifferent place.
He only wanted to stay with her for a lifetime. Although in the capital there were conjunct gold houses and pavilions, they were in fact dens of monsters and demons, containing in them money, murder, temptation, jealousy and even suspicion between fathers and sons...
Mo Qianxue half understood and half confused about his hesitation on the lips and the sudden change. At once, her body fell subjected to it and suddenly became soft and light, as if flying for one moment and falling down for the next moment in the air.
Now, everything seemed to have vanished. Only his lips, hands, body, burning like a flame, were so real. The real fire burnt down the reluctance on her mind. She wanted that burning fire...
Faint sound of cuckoo birds was heard from outside. Mo Qianxue gradually woke up from her heavy-headed and light-body dream.
She opened her intoxicated eyes and found Ning Shaoqing was working on the two clouds before her chest. She didn't hesitate.
Seven days had passed since the removal of his poison. Now they could do it.
However, they were going back to the capital soon, with numerous unpredictable incidents to tackle with. What if she got pregnant at this time?
The jade-like foot stuck out and kicked Ning Shaoqing off the bed.
Ning Shaoqing, falling on the floor, didn't hurry to get up but lay down where he was. Certainly, he knew what Mo Qianxue meant. He was willing to be kicked by her.
He wanted her, but now it wasn't the right time. He'd better lie on the floor and get sober.
He wasn't afraid of making love. He feared that once it started, he couldn't stop. Now he needed to maintain strength so as to tackle with all kinds of unexpected situations waiting for them.
The making out, as a way to vent out, had already made him feel better and at rest.
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Ning Shaoyu received a letter by the pigeon and laughed hideously to the sky.
Afterwards, it was his sullen murmuring. Where could you escape this time?
"Pass down my order. Be quick and gather all the available people near Tianxiang; catch that village woman as soon as possible." They must be quick, because that man was terribly cunning and insightful. If they didn't act quick and alerted him, then the next to figure out his whereabouts would be unknown.
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The Lady's Sickly Husband
RomanceTransmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get? Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen...