Mu Lingbo stood at the door of the room, looking at the shadowy person in the room. The soft night light cast a blur on her face.
Her voice was still clear and cold, "I can give it to you, but there will be a fee."
"Is it okay to pay off the debt with your own body?"
"You're not worth that much."
In a quiet moment, she raised her fingertips and lit the candlestick with a swish.
The warm candlelight immediately lit up the whole room.
On the bed, Mo Jiuling did not wear a human skin mask. His handsome side face did not look so sharp due to the dim candlelight, but instead glowed with warmth. His black hair fell beside the bed, like brocade or satin.
His bright and clear eyes were filled with infinite brilliance. His eyes with unclear intentions fell on her, and his words contained a little bit of imperceptible confusion and unwillingness, "Is it really not worth it?"
"I can't beat you. If you want to rob me, I'll have to find another room." She continued coldly.
Mo Jiuling had no choice but to get up and lazily left the bed.
When he walked to the door and passed by Mu Lingbo, he stopped and stared down at her.
"Xiaobao is playful. If you're waiting for him, please wait at the door." Mu Lingbo didn't want to look at him when he caught his gaze.
"I’m waiting for you."
Mu Lingbo glanced over and said, "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly!"
Mo Jiuling seemed to hesitate for a moment, "It's okay, I just want to wait."
"Crazy." She muttered to herself and planned to close the door.
Mo Jiuling raised her hand to press the door, her expression still unpredictable, and there was a rare trace of firmness and seriousness in her scorching eyes.
The clear and magnetic voice said unhurriedly, "I don't just think of you as the mother of my son. Otherwise, according to my temper, you will die the first time you see my true face."
She didn't turn her face away because of this.
"If Xiaobao's biological mother is someone else, I will not show mercy."
He didn't say much. He only said those two sentences briefly, and there was only a little silence.
The silence seemed to be waiting for a response, but the response was a slamming of the door and an irritated "get out" from her.
Although it is the word "get out", this kind of deliberate anger can be heard as not really angry.
A slight smile appeared on his lips, knowing that this woman just didn't know how to respond, so he deliberately blocked it with anger.
Not far away, when the master who was being driven out was still smiling at the door, Qing Yan, who was about to step forward to speak, silently retreated into the shadows.
Before Mo Jiuling left, he added, "Yuan Guang is still in that dark room and I haven't let him leave. You can kill or chop him up, as you feel."
Mu Lingbo opened the door again after hearing that it was clear outside.
In the courtyard, the moonlight and clear frost were everywhere, and there was no trace of anyone.
In the dark room.
She walked up to Yuan Guang and saw that Yuan Guang was lying on the ground, fast asleep. He had no consciousness of being a prisoner at all, and he didn't even have the alertness to be approached by someone.
She rummaged around in the darkroom and found several wine jars. When she asked, they turned out to be good old wine, so she took a jar and poured a little into Yuan Guang's mouth.
Yuan Guang took a sniff and sat up suddenly, "The wine smells good."
Mu Lingbo smiled and put down the wine jar, "Are you awake?"
Yuan Guang said embarrassedly, "I'm awake. I didn't sleep all night yesterday. I'm really sleepy."
As he spoke, his eyes were still staring at the wine jar, and his mouth couldn't help but move.
"Girl, this is..."
Mu Lingbo looked at his coveted eyes and handed him the wine jar, "It's not mine anyway, so I gave it to you."
