A slightly cool hand gently caressed her cheek, and his warm breath made her eyelashes and heart tremble.
Gu Fenglin lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Yunhan seriously, his fingertips lingering between her eyebrows, as if he wanted to trace her facial features in detail.
Mu Yunhan was intoxicated by his gentleness, but felt that something was wrong with him.
"What's wrong with you?" She held his hand with her backhand, and then she felt it was rougher than before.
She turned it over and looked carefully from her fingertips to her fingertips, and then from her fingertips to her palms.
Finally, she pointed out a few places: "There are more thin calluses here. Is it because the knife is held too much?"
Gu Fenglin lazily leaned against the pillow, letting her hold his hand and knead it lightly: "Do I still need to hold the knife with my hand now?"
Nowadays, he no longer has to do it himself.
He only needs to say a few words, and someone will do the killing for him.
Mu Yunhan smiled slyly: "That means holding a pen? Do you want to write a book and talk about it?"
Gu Fenglin said: "Yes, when people are alive, they have to leave something behind. Especially people like me."
When he spoke, there was a hint of weariness in his brows and a bit of self-mockery.
Mu Yunhan stopped smiling, but didn't ask any questions and just stared at him intently.
The carriage swayed, and she and he swayed too.
The street outside the window was full of people, very close yet very far away.
For a moment, Mu Yunhan felt that there were only him and her in the world.
But she also felt that he and she were too insignificant, so buried in this world that they couldn't find each other.
Suddenly, her eyes turned red.
"What's going on?" Gu Fenglin sighed helplessly and held her face in his hands: "Why are your eyes so red all of a sudden?"
Mu Yunhan threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, buried her head in his neck, and said softly: "It's nothing, I just think I like you very much."
"What a fool, you like me so much, how can you live without me?"
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Thank you for bringing you back."
"Thank you, thank you..."
Mu Yunhan was also amused by her sudden emotion. She pinched his face, faced the light, and looked first to the left, then to the right.
"It's so beautiful, it's mine!" She smiled happily.
The lips were covered without warning.
Ice and cold, with a faint medicinal fragrance, it seems gentle, but in fact it is indomitable, decisive and passionate.
"Well..." Mu Yunhan forgot all reason and responded to him enthusiastically, feeling that all the noise outside the car merged into a moving song.
They had been separated for too long and had gone through too many things. When they suddenly met, they were like the spring breeze meeting young willows, intoxicated and lingering.
The journey from the palace to Muhou Mansion is long but short.
Mu Yunhan couldn't remember who let go first. She only remembered that her last vague thought was to eat Gu Fenglin.
He seemed to be deliberately seducing her. From the moment she got in the car, every word he said, every look in his eyes, every expression, and even the angle he faced the light were all deliberate.
She was only worried about one thing now. She didn't know whether she would make a sound when she was forgetting herself, and whether the entourage outside the car would hear her.
She held her hot face and accused in a low voice: "You deliberately seduced me."
"It's because you have missed me for so long that you couldn't help but touch me."
Gu Fenglin was lying on the couch, his black collar slightly open, revealing the smooth and tight muscles underneath.
It’s like a plate of carefully cooked delicacies with no unpleasant appearance or taste. They are placed there without warning, waiting for people to feast on them. (To be continued)