He stood up, raised his hand and stroked the hair behind her ears, his cold eyes full of affection, "Call me Shang."
"Oh." She sighed, "Stop making trouble."
She walked out of the room. Due to the excessive love, she still had some discomfort in her legs, but she could bear it.
He pulled her back and said in a solemn tone, "I am not joking." He grabbed her little hand and put it on the mask on his left cheek, and she jerked her hand away.
"You are already my king's man, and you are so unwilling to look at my grimace?" His cold and heartless heart seemed to have a gaping hole in it, and there was a faint pain.
She raised her head slightly and looked at the faint pain in his cold blood-stained eyes. She didn't know whether his face was already as pale as a corpse, or whether it was because of sadness that his face seemed to be even paler.
A feeling of pain because of him arose from the bottom of her heart.
She stood upright and said nothing.
"It has been too long since you took off my mask." His voice was low and cold, "I am afraid that you are still hesitating when I grow old. With your temperament, you will not take the initiative. Regardless of whether you agree or not.
If you marry me, you can only marry me! I don’t want you to not even know what the left side of your future husband’s face looks like.”
She moved her tender red lips, wanting to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
"You are too cold-tempered, and I am too cool. If I don't press on you step by step, we will only stop moving forward, and we will both freeze to death." He pointed out pitifully.
He gently rubbed her cheek, which was smoother than fat, "Jingyun, you are my wife, and I don't want to be too alienated from you. You haven't seen the left side of my face. I always feel that there is something wrong with me."
There is an invisible barrier between us."
She stared at him with indifferent eyes. Apart from the fact that the right side of his face was too fair and the right pupil was blood red, he was really very handsome. From her personal perspective, she was a modern person, unlike the ancients who were ignorant and
The red eyes look like a strange monster.
She didn't take the color of his eyes seriously at all. Instead, she felt that his right eye was strangely beautiful. In fact, she was also curious about what the left side of his face looked like. It could actually scare people to death. But all along,
She didn't want to get close to his heart, she just wanted to put as much distance between herself and him as possible.
However, he repeatedly gave in and pressed forward step by step.
She was almost helpless.
He sighed, with a hint of loneliness in his cold voice, "It will be almost impossible for you to take off the mask on my left cheek with your own hands. Do you know that after waiting countless times, my heart has been nervous and wandering?
Uneasy. If you are destined not to accept my king’s grimace, then... even if it is forced, you have no choice but to accept it!"
She still didn't speak, but just stared at the black iron mask on his left face that he never took off even when he was sleeping, or even when he was having sex with her.
It was a dark iron mask with a hint of dark gray, completely covering the left side of his face and dividing his entire face into two halves.
The mask on the left, the right face is handsome and unmistakable.
Half-faced devil, he lives up to his reputation.
Seeing her unavoidable gaze, which seemed to be acquiescing to his behavior, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and he was even more nervous. It turned out that he would be nervous too.
How many years had it been since he had felt that emotion? He hadn't been nervous for at least twenty years, until he met her, which disrupted everything he had kept sealed in darkness.
