Just as he was about to ask, he saw the kneeling person in front of him standing up slowly with one hand on his knee.
She lowered her head and couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but her body was obviously shaking. It must be the disadvantage of kneeling for a long night.
Suddenly, her whole body fell backwards. Qi Mujing quickly reached out to hold her, and with a little force, he pulled her into his arms.
As soon as she came closer, he felt a cool air invading him. He frowned and looked down at her.
Only then did she realize that she was only wearing a few layers of clothes, her face was as pale as a charm, and her big spiritual eyes were covered with red threads.
What made his heart palpitate even more was that his small mouth, which was originally as red as a cherry, was now extremely dry and cracked, and his frown deepened.
"Your body is very cold and your complexion is not very good. Just go back to your room first and let Uncle Tie take a look at you later."
After saying that, he bent down and picked her up, as if nothing happened last night.
Bo Liuzhi resisted and broke away, staggered back a few steps, and barely steadied himself by placing his hands on the wooden pillars in front of the house.
Sweat began to form on her forehead. She panted slightly and looked at him from the corner of her eyes, "Are you satisfied?!"
Her voice was deep and hoarse, and every word seemed to be stuck in her throat.
Qi Mujing pursed his lips and clenched his fists slightly. He couldn't help but wonder where Bo Liuzhi, who had always gone well with him and was afraid of offending him, had gone.
Although she is in a state of embarrassment now, it cannot cover up the pride and indifference emanating from her bones.
"Jing..." The voice was soft and full of dependence.
Then her hand was held by her, and Qi Mujing almost immediately held it back, his eyes softening, "Zhi'er, did I wake you up?!"
A blush lit up Bo Shuzhi's face, and he shyly hid in his arms, shaking his head, "No, I just didn't see you when I woke up, and I felt uneasy..."
"Silly!" Qi Mujing touched her head and said fondly.
Bo Liuzhi looked at the two of them coldly, with a calm expression. He lowered his eyes and slowly raised his left hand...
"Jing..." Bo Shuzhi shrank and pressed himself against Qi Mujing, looking at Bo Liuzhi with fearful eyes.
Qi Mijing immediately turned cold, his cold eyes falling like arrows on Bo Liuzhi's raised hand, "Bo Liuzhi, what are you going to do again?!"
He raised his hand for a moment, and Bo Liuzhi looked contemptuously at Bo Shuzhi, who was hiding in someone's arms like a frightened little white rabbit, and sneered, "What are you afraid of? Do you think I will prick you with a silver needle?"
After seeing her eyes full of hatred as he wished, the corner of his mouth curled up coldly, and his eyes fell on Qi Mujing, who was glaring at her with caution. Then he took out a dark blue brocade handkerchief from his arms and held it in his hand.
She tried to stand up straight and said slowly, "Do you know what I told you six years ago when you said you wanted to marry me?!"
"..." Qi Mujing half-squinted his eyes, waiting for her next words.
"I said that I don't want to share my man with others. If one day, I have no choice but to share it with others, I would rather be alone all my life..."
The conversation paused, and for a while, she raised her eyes and stared into his eyes, saying word by word, "Because it's dirty if you use it with others!"
As soon as he finished speaking, regardless of his shocked or horrified expression, he raised his hand and threw the brocade handkerchief on him, and raised his voice, "So, I'm going to divorce you!"