Mo Yan took advantage of Mu Feng's daze and shrank to the corner of the bed. This bed was very big, enough to sleep four people. This white jade bed was specially made by Mu Feng, but today it became a place where Mo Yan was worried and scared.
At the corner of the bed, Mo Yan pulled out a dagger from under the mattress, put it directly on his neck, and looked at Mu Feng with a cold face.
"Yan," Mu Feng thought it was ridiculous. He thought of his dignified prince, who was known as the God of War outside. When he saw Mo Yan's determined eyes, he was frightened and said, "Put down the dagger."
Mu Feng always knew that Mo Yan was on guard against him, but he didn't expect that Mo Yan would hide a dagger. That dagger was not used to deal with Mu Feng, but to commit suicide.
Mo Yan did not put down the dagger, but brought the dagger closer to her neck. She felt a little pain on her neck. Mo Yan felt the blood flowing down her neck, but she did not put down the dagger yet.
Mu Feng was scared at this moment, thinking that maybe he had pushed Mo Yan too much. He had been waiting for so many years, so it didn't matter if he waited for a few months or two. One day he would definitely make Mo Yan willing to do just that.
Belongs to him alone
"I won't do anything to you anymore. Put down the dagger." Seeing the bright red color, Mu Feng felt his heart throbbing. "Yan, put it down quickly."
"If you dare, I will die in front of you," Mo Yan said coldly. At worst, he could just run away.
Mu Feng's eyes flashed. This time he said more than just two words. He couldn't help but smile happily, "Okay, as long as you are not as cold as before and say a few more words, I won't touch you unless you
voluntary"
After Mo Yan heard what Mu Feng said, she slowly put down the dagger. The cold dagger was stained with warm blood and exuded a faint warmth.
When Mu Feng saw Mo Yan put down the dagger, he grabbed the dagger and threw it out of the window. He couldn't leave such a dangerous thing beside Mo Yan. Mu Feng was afraid that if his words suddenly disappeared at some point while he was away, Mu Feng
If you are happy, it will be difficult to handle
Mo Yan watched Mu Feng throw the dagger away, and stretched out his hand to stop it, but it was too late. His hand stopped in the air and could not grab anything.
Mu Feng sat on the bed and hugged Mo Yan tightly. He took out the golden medicine and applied it to the area on Mo Yan's neck that was scratched by the dagger. He said worriedly and excitedly, "Don't hurt yourself again in the future.
Just tell me what’s going on.”
Mu Feng has always been very gentle to Mo Yan. Although he is a bit domineering, he has never done anything to hurt Mo Yan. He only behaves like this when he is out of control when his deep love is not reciprocated.
"Yes," Mo Yan nodded and responded lightly. She snuggled into Mu Feng's arms. She felt Mu Feng's strong heartbeat. The thumping heartbeat seemed to be beating only for her.
Mo Yan knew Mu Feng's affection, but Mo Yan didn't dare to think about what was hidden behind such deep love. She was afraid that it was a conspiracy, even if there was a voice in her heart telling her that she was just an unfavored hostage.
She is of no use at all, but she is still worried, she is afraid of being hurt
Mu Feng brushed his hand over Mo Yan's injured fair skin, feeling reluctant to leave. He kissed the hair of Mo Yan's hair and whispered in Mo Yan's ear, "Don't worry, go to sleep, I won't do anything to you."
Maybe it scared Mo Yan. Mu Feng felt Mo Yan's trembling. It was the first time that he hurt his words to such an extent.