This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

As if it wasn't enough, Shen Yue grabbed the silk handkerchief in his hand and threw it on the ground.

Rudely grabbed Cheng Qiangong's hair, raised his chin slightly, his high nose looked cold, and his lips were plump and delicate like petals.

The hoarse voice is full of danger.

"Cheng Qiangong, I'll ask you, I'll only ask you once, you'd better think clearly about your answer."

The tingling pain on the scalp came and went, Cheng Qiangong's face remained unchanged, his knuckle fingers were gripped anxiously, and his heart was like a pot of boiling water boiling at the same time.

Cheng Qiangong raised his eyes slightly, and looked over with those cool, dark eyes.

Shen Yue met those eyes, and the pain in her chest instantly blurred her vision, she held back and didn't show it.

Her brows and eyes exuded a faint coldness, forcing her cold surface.

Word by word.

"What are you staying here for?"

The man's slender and fair hands moved, seemingly carelessly and indifferently.

He looked at Shen Yue, the slap marks on his face were flushed, and he asked lightly, "What do you think, Your Highness?"

He threw the question over again.

Shen Yue didn't know, she really didn't know, because she couldn't understand what the man in front of her was thinking.

Sometimes Cheng Qiangong can be very nice to her, and sometimes he is indifferent, just like pets, he might tease her once or twice when he is in a good mood, and he doesn't even bother to look at her when he is in a bad mood.

She hastily lowered her head and let go of her hands. There was a bruise embedded in her snow-white jade earlobe, as if it had been bitten out by a hard bite, and it took a lot of effort, so it still hasn't disappeared.

This is the love mark left by him yesterday, and it has not disappeared until now. Not only this place, but also under this clothes, there are more such marks.

Cheng Qiangong couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were tense, and his meridians were distinct.

There was no expression on his cold, white and indifferent face, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes seemed calm, but it was like the tranquility before the storm.

Shen Yue seemed to be sighing, and also murmured as if asking and answering herself: "Is it because I can't answer it?"

The man's silence crushed her all at once, took a deep breath, turned pale, and slowly curled his palms tightly.

In fact, Cheng Qiangong can also lie, just give any reason.

It's okay to say that he stayed because he liked her.

It's okay to lie to her.

But Cheng Qiangong didn't even bother to lie.

Cheng Qiangong was still looking at the bite mark on his earlobe calmly.

At that moment, a strange joy welled up in his heart. It was really inexplicable, but it was distorted. He knew it shouldn't be, but he still felt a dark sense of satisfaction.

It seems that now Shen Yue's whole body is covered with his breath, which means that Shen Yue also belongs to him.

This thought shook his whole heart.

Shen Yue took a step back slowly, getting a little further away from the man, and then continued to retreat until a certain distance was opened.

Black ink hair hangs on the chest, covering the traces of the earlobes.

Cheng Qiangong seemed to have regained his senses just now. After seeing the distance between the two of them clearly, his brows were tightly furrowed. A nameless anger rampaged through his body, crushing his reason. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Yue closed his mouth. His eyes closed, his body went limp, and he fainted.

Caught off guard, Cheng Qiangong reacted quickly, and immediately rushed over to hug Shen Yue.

This time, he lost his mind and was not as calm and steady as before, shouting towards the door.

"Come on! Call the imperial physician!"

The snowflakes were falling slowly, Chengqian Hall was brightly lit, and the maids were hurrying with the lanterns.

Shen Yue fainted without any signs, even the imperial physician couldn't find a clue, Cheng Qiangong stood by, looking at Shen Yue's pale and sickly face lying on the bed, with a kind of inexplicable and palpitating coldness With a feeling of suffocation, he couldn't help but squeeze his fingers tightly, becoming inexplicably nervous.

In the end, it was just said that it was caused by excessive fatigue and emotional excitement.

To put it bluntly, she was short-tempered, she couldn't calm down Shen Yue's mood these days, and don't be stimulated again.

Hearing that there was nothing serious, Cheng Qiangong breathed a sigh of relief.

It was dawn and the sun was streaming in.

The slender and thick eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened, staring at the veil above her head in a daze for a while, her eyes rolled slightly, and saw Cheng Qiangong lying on her bedside.

Cheng Qiangong should have been guarding here all night, his eyes were blue and his face was full of exhaustion.

She didn't move, but watched quietly.

The man was very handsome, his three-dimensional facial features carved like sharp knives seemed to exude a cold breath even when he was asleep, his face was white like jade, and his eyebrows were like swords.

When he was the number one scholar, he was dressed in red and rode on a steed with high spirits, which attracted the eyes of many daughters.

Shen Yue was also included.

But looking at it now, the throbbing feeling seems to have quieted down.

She felt that she was like driftwood, helpless in the rolling waves, without any direction to swim or wash.

In the end, it was beaten on the shore by the waves and rotted alone.

Cheng Qiangong's eyelashes moved, and then slowly opened his eyes. His first reaction was to look at Shen Yue, and met those dark and moist eyes.

Seeing that Shen Yue woke up, Cheng Qiangong was very happy, and naturally missed the emotion in Shen Yue's eyes.

He touched Shen Yue's face, and said softly, "Is there any discomfort?"

Shen Yue just stared at him without speaking.

Cheng Qiangong came over for a while before realizing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the smile on his face faded a little, and he met Shen Yue's eyes, with a stiff expression on his face, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this? "

Shen Yue pursed her lips and looked away, "Water..."

Cheng Qiangong immediately got up to pour a cup of hot water, carefully helped the girl up, and fed her with small sips.

It took a drink to quench my thirst.

The window was closed tightly, it was snowing outside, and the charcoal fire inside was almost exhausted, so Cheng Qiangong went out and asked the maid to add more charcoal fire.

It was warm again in the room.

Cheng Qiangong was afraid that Shen Yue would feel unwell, so he stayed by his side all the time. When it was time for lunch, he eagerly requested to feed him himself. Shengxiang did not refuse.

After lunch, Shen Yue fell asleep in a daze, opened her eyes again, and found that Cheng Qiangong was still there.

He must have been out for a while, Cheng Qiangong was playing with the plum blossoms that he had just picked in the vase, the bright red petals still had unmelted snow stains, which looked very nice against the backdrop.

Shen Yue's face was very white, her eyebrows and eyes were bright and beautiful, and a faint pink appeared at the end of her eyes. She just looked at the tall man's back for a long time.

The thick long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her voice was still a little hoarse, and her throat hurt when she spoke.

"Cheng Qiangong, what do you think of Seventh Brother?"

Cough cough, a little less today (guilty heart)