Yuwen Longxiang glanced at her lightly, let go of her arms, and said, "I'll teach you something else next time."
Murong Qingshuang gritted her teeth, grabbed his arm when he was about to leave, and returned to him before he got up.
He raised his eyebrows and relaxed, looked at her and smiled: "You want to become a monk so much?"
Her face was filled with ice and she said sullenly: "If I can prove it to you, then you don't have to continue to insult me?"
I was stunned for a moment.[
She forced a smile and nodded: "Okay, then I'll prove it to you. I don't need your teaching!"
Murong Qingshuang hugged his neck, kissed him, and pressed her body close to him.
Just this once, let her be able to get rid of him again.
For a person who allows herself to do such a thing, if she has anything to do with him, she might as well hang herself with a rope.
Her initiative quickly ignited him again, and now he stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.
The moment Yuwen Longxiang opened his eyes, he saw that she was trying every possible means to provoke a fight with him over this matter. She clearly felt that she was unwilling to die, but she still forced herself to accept it in pain.
He raised his hand and pushed her away, without any mercy this time.
Murong Qingshuang fell on the blanket next to her and looked at him reluctantly, with only her long hair hanging down covering her body.
No one can control the looming temptation, but he can't look at it anymore.
"You are so difficult to take care of..." She lay half on the blanket and looked at him with a sneer.
He stood up expressionlessly, paused as he walked beside her, and squatted down slightly.
There was a strange emotion on that face that people couldn't look away from.
"I thought you liked this method very much?" He frowned frivolously, holding her eyes gently with his hand, "Use each other, and then you'll be clean after doing it. Is it necessary to do this to make you feel stable..."
She was still looking at him intently.
"Now it's my turn. I don't quite understand you." There was no frivolous tone, and his expression was extremely indifferent and serious.
Yuwen Longxiang slowly straightened her messy hair, "I'm surprised that you agreed to this condition."
The words were so calm that she felt something surge in her heart.
However, her next sentence was, "I won't ask you."
His fingers froze.[
"If you want me to cry, make a fuss, hang myself, beg you to give up on this decision, you will be disappointed." She said with a slight breath in her voice, "No matter how difficult it is to do what I promised, I will do it myself.
Don’t be afraid of difficulties and ask for help.”
His voice was calm, "This is not a question of whether it is difficult or not. I don't even know what kind of person the leader of the Qingyuan Kingdom is."
There was a strange bitter smile at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were like water, she stared at him, and her voice was clear, "It's the same for everyone..."
A cold look flashed in Yuwen Longxiang's eyes, and he suddenly retracted his hand.
