After that, he hugged her tightly. Leaning on his solid shoulders, Jiang Zimo saw that his handsome eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were full of endless affection.
Affectionate? Haha... This is the word that she most disbelieves in in this world.
After brewing for a long time, she finally lay on his shoulder and whispered through gritted teeth: "Qing Zhen, you want me to agree to marry you unless ----- unless you help me kill him!"
Murong Qingzhen was shocked. He raised his head and looked at her in confusion and shock.
Jiang Zimo's face was solemn, without any hint of joking.
She repeated word by word: "I said, unless you help me kill him and wash away my shame. Otherwise, I would rather end it myself than be your bride."
He stared into her eyes for a long time before finally kissing her lips again.
"Azi, is this your sincerity?"
She nodded and fell into his arms with blurred eyes. "Qingzhen, I can't get rid of the shame in my heart unless I kill him."
He stretched out his arms to pick her up and let her sit completely between his legs. She was wearing a beige cashmere knitted dress with exquisite and small hollow embroidery on the hem, and her waist was so slender that it was less than a handful.
Does deep love have such a keen feeling? Even though she just touched his waist lightly and then hugged him tightly, he still felt that a certain part of his body began to tighten.
Considering her physical condition, he suppressed his desire in time. When he lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance in her hair, he couldn't help but smile.
He believed that she always belonged to him and no one could take her away.
It was night, with her head resting on Murong Qingzhen's arms, Jiang Zimo meekly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Outside the window, the night is dark, and the villa in the middle of the mountain in the outer suburbs, flowing in the night wind, is nothing but silence.
She heard Murong Qingzhen's breathing gradually becoming evener, guessing that he must have fallen asleep, so she slowly opened her eyes.
The potion that was pushed in during the day seemed to have worn off its effect. Now, her dizziness, discomfort and other symptoms have subsided by seven to eight points.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the sleeping face of the man next to her that was revealed under the dim light of the wall lamp.
Murong Qingzhen slept peacefully. His eyebrows were thick, the tip of his nose was straight, and his resolute lip line was not as cold and thin as Bai Yanbing's.
However, she had already seen his demonic side hidden under the gentleman's face. She raised her eyebrows and thought, maybe thin lips may not necessarily be heartless. Or maybe the word love is too noble for men and women in the world.
Just like the wings of an angel, after falling into the mortal world, it becomes rough, its face gradually changes, and finally it becomes a stupid bird.
However, every woman in the world naively thinks that she is an angel with a pair of invisible wings, and there is always a prince riding a white horse descending from the sky to love her.
Jiang Zimo didn't know who owed whom between her and Murong Qingzhen?
Between her and him, who is sorry for whom?
Cause and effect, cause and effect, go round and round, love and hate are difficult to distinguish.
Does he love her? Or does he just want to use her as a target for revenge?
What a complicated question!
What a confusing relationship!
What a blur of good and evil!
She thought about it in confusion for a long time, and until the dawn gradually appeared on the horizon, she still couldn't figure it out.
Jiang Zimo gently lifted the quilt and stood up, walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and started to pour water.