Xuanyuan calmly sat next to Luo Xue, with gentle eyes, gently holding her hand, with indescribable tenderness blooming under the candlelight...
Since when, he has begun to care about her gradually.
He didn't know whether it was love or not, but he knew one thing now, that is, he had developed a strong possessive desire for her.
He doesn't allow her to have any other man in her heart.
I really don't know what he really likes about her.
She really cannot be called beautiful. At most, she can only be regarded as a delicate beauty. Although she has read poetry, she is not very talented.
Her temperament is not gentle, and she also has a kind of annoying stubbornness, which is the most undesirable thing in a woman, but she possesses it deeply.
"You can only be mine." He emphasized again domineeringly.
There was a strong possessiveness in his eyes.
Luoxue, who was in a coma, seemed to be sensing something, and his brows wrinkled slightly, as if he was slightly dissatisfied.
Xuanyuan Leng didn't care whether she heard it or not, he just raised the corners of his lips slightly: "You must listen to my words, and you must not disobey me in the slightest..."
The words were soft and low, but completely commanding.
Qi Bao finished handling the matters outside and walked in gently.
When Xuanyuan Leng heard the footsteps, he uncomfortably restrained the gentleness on his face and returned to his former indifference. His hands also let go of the reluctant tenderness.
"My lord, you have been busy all night and you are tired. Go and rest first. The servants here will guard you every step of the way. You can rest assured!" Qi Bao said softly.
Xuanyuan glanced at her coldly. He was at ease with Qi Bao. He was most at ease with Qi Bao's rigor and martial arts mentality.
But deep down in my heart, I still feel reluctant to give up.
But he didn't want people to see his feelings towards Murong Luoxue, so he stood up and said, "Take good care of her."
"The slaves will do it." Qi Bao said sincerely.
Xuanyuan Leng stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he looked back and asked, "Do you know who the person who gave you the Yumen Red Grass in the Tibetan Land just now is?"
Qi Bao thought about it for a moment and shook his head: "The man's face was covered, and I don't know who he is. However, that man's Qinggong should be above that of me, and much higher..."
Qi Bao recalled that he had always been extremely vigilant. Although he was anxious just now and had been running with Qinggong, he did not lower his vigilance because of this.
But she didn't know he was around until the man jumped in front of her.
Thinking about it now, what a terrible thing this is. If that person wanted to plot against me, at that time, I might not have time to react at all.
"Much higher?..." After hearing this, Xuanyuan Leng narrowed his eyes and thought deeply. He was the clearest about Qi Bao's martial arts, and when Qi Bao said it was much higher.
He had already estimated how much ability this person had.
And there are only a handful of people in this world who can make Qi Bao say that.
Could it be?...
He raised his head and asked, "What does that person look like?"
"Although I couldn't see the person's face clearly, I felt that he had a good temperament, and his words were gentle but had a convincing power..." Qi Bao recalled that when he said that, she didn't even notice.
Jian Hui believed him a little: "He is dressed in white and looks like snow, and he stands tall and elegant. He should be a handsome young man. Although he is not much, he has a sense of freedom and ease..."