I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Mr. Mo raised his eyes, his narrow and long phoenix eyes fixed on her directly: "What can I get in return?"

"Of course it is... a nice reputation." Luo Qianhuai swallowed his saliva and reluctantly found an excuse:

"You also know my background. Many people in the famous families of Xijing used to talk behind my back. I think after today, I will be known as a talented woman in the upper social circles of Xijing, and I can avoid a lot of gossip in the future."

Mr. Mo glanced at her calmly and said, "Why would you care about that?"

"Uh, who said I don't care." Luo Qianhuai's arms were weak, but his mouth was hard, and he stuck to his lie with his neck stiff:

"Everyone likes to be treated with respect and doesn't like to be pointed at and talked about behind their backs. I am no exception. If you think I am a little too vain, it's not too late to regret it now."

"Oh?" Mr. Mo's eyes darkened: "After the wedding ceremony and the marriage, can you still regret it?"

"Of course." Luo Qianhuai thought that he was indeed moved. Although he felt a little sad in his heart, he also felt a sense of relief that everything was settled.

She and he were forcibly tied together by the system and the imperial edict. Their values, ideals, and expectations for the future were completely different, and they were never on the same path.

She was attracted by his good looks, and she felt comfortable just by looking at him, and she was not opposed to having sex with him. This should be considered as love, but how deep it was, Luo Qianhuai herself could not tell.

His feelings for her were so sudden and erratic that she never dared to take them to heart.

As an orphan, she was lonely and sensitive. She had hoped to find her family one day. Unfortunately, she never felt the warmth of family until she traveled to Dayu.

So although she accepted this marriage, she kept her heart tense and never thought about committing herself to it wholeheartedly.

Just like a naughty boy riding on the wall, he covets the sweet apricots on the branch opposite and reaches out to pick them carefully, but he is also always paying attention to the movements in the yard and is ready to retreat at the first sign of trouble.

"We are all adults." She said, "We have our own ideas and will not be bound by a marriage. If you have made up your mind, we will divorce after a while. You don't have to care about what happened last night. After all, you have good skills and I am not at a disadvantage..."

With every additional word she said, Mr. Mo's eyes darkened. By the time she finished her last sentence, his expression was no longer just ugly, his entire body seemed to have turned into a dark and deep vortex, as if it was going to draw her in and shred her into pieces.

His arms were unable to move, and the boat was swaying. He couldn't get up and escape with just his legs. Luo Qianhuai felt fear instinctively.

She moved to a corner of the cabin, trying to find a place to hide for a while, but someone grabbed her ankle, dragged her over without any courtesy, and hugged her from behind.

His arms were so strong that she could hardly breathe.

"Yin Yin." He whispered behind her ear as she gasped, his breath causing her to shiver:

"It's too late for you to regret now." His tone was a little fierce, with a hint of resentment.

"I know that if you want to leave, I may not be able to stop you. But believe it or not, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will definitely find you, my lady..."

This is completely different from what Luo Qianhuai imagined.

She twisted her body in astonishment, but could not break free from Mr. Mo's control. Instead, because her arms were swollen and painful, she let out a cry of pain from the corners of her lips: "Hmm..."

Mr. Mo's body suddenly stiffened, and Luo Qianhuai seemed to sense something, and did not dare to struggle any more. He just said awkwardly:

"I haven't thought about leaving. I'm just afraid that you will regret it when you find out that I'm different from what you imagined."

Her words seemed to please the people behind her. Mr. Mo's voice was no longer as cold as before:

"I know exactly what you are like. I won't ask any more questions about things you don't want to talk about - just Yinyin."

He buried his head in Luo Qianhuai's neck, sniffing the faint scent of osmanthus dew in her hair, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't say those two words again, no matter what the circumstances. You are the wife I have sought with so much hardship. We will live together and die together. Even life and death cannot separate us."

Is this the oath of love? It is really very touching.

Luo Qianhuai listened to his gradually accelerating heartbeat, and felt that the gap somewhere in his heart seemed to be filled by something soft and sticky, a little sour, but more of it was lightly sweet.

We have lived two lifetimes, yet we are still moved and confused by such words.

Luo Qianhuai laughed at himself lightly, but he snuggled quietly with Master Mo, enjoying the rare peaceful time.

No matter what happens in the future, as long as he is sincere at this moment, that's enough.

She never expects to get a feeling that will not fade with the passage of time.

It has never happened before, and there is no need to think about it in the future.

The only thing you can grasp is the present.

"I understand." She turned her head and responded softly, but her red lips were easily held by the person behind her.

In the dead of night, Luo Qianhuai, who had begged for mercy countless times but was still being tortured and burned by someone, began to lose consciousness.

She used what little energy she had left to scold the system.

If it weren't for it, how could her arms be useless, completely powerless to resist? Her appearance only aggravated the gloom in Mr. Mo's eyes, making him even more powerful and unsatisfied.

The system actually complied with the privacy agreement very well, without making any noise, and handed over the control of the entire night to a monster whose physical strength was so strong that it was not like a human.

The man was so tired that he closed his eyes desperately, but under another round of fierce attack, he had no choice but to cry out softly.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard a low, hoarse chuckle beside my ear: "Yinyin, do you still want to stay up there?"

What a terrible system that was struck by thunder today! Luo Qianhuai wanted to speak, but found that his throat was already hoarse and he could only shake his head continuously.

He paused slightly, groped around the edge of the couch, and then brought some warm soup to her mouth.

One hand supported her head and neck, allowing her to drink the soup in a more comfortable posture.

After that, her numb nerves gradually began to recover, and the taste buds on her tongue transmitted the unique sweet and bitter taste of ginseng to her brain.

When was this thing delivered? How come she has no idea about it?

At this time, why do we still need to drink ginseng soup to refresh ourselves?

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, only to be met with a pair of bright and tireless eyes.

"You wouldn't... um..."

"Don't be distracted." Mr. Mo's voice was a little ethereal: "My husband is just good at technology... huh?"

Luo Qianhuai wished he could go back in time machine and push his previous nonsense self into the lake.

Unfortunately, after that, she never had the chance to defend herself.

The night is still long.