After rebirth, the daughter of the genius doctor went crazy

"Game? Dream?"

He suddenly reached out and pinched her pointed chin, veins visible on his bony fingers, surging with anger.

Even though his heart was filled with sinister intent and anger, he still did not use much force when pinching her chin with his fingers, only enough to hold her little face fixed so that she could look at him.

"Otherwise, what do you think it is?"

Mo Lishang did not avoid him either. Her eyes, as bright as stars, stared at him without hesitation, flashing a cold and dim light. Through this little light, she saw her frozen self in his pupils...

"What did I think it was?"

He gently stroked the smooth skin under his fingertips. Even though he was reluctant and helpless, his pride and self-esteem did not allow him to ask for her love.

He put his hand down dejectedly, feeling one-third lonely, three-thirds melancholy, and four-thirds sad:

"I thought you should have felt it when my heart beat faster for you, but I didn't expect such wonderful intimacy to be worthless in your eyes. You have a really cruel heart, hahahaha..."

He suddenly burst into laughter, his whole body shaking, and his smile hid the pain that flashed across his eyes.

After laughing, he stared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to imprint her face deep in his heart and melt her ice and snow with his eyes.

But she was still cold and indifferent, without any warmth at all, and there was no trace of him in her eyes at all.

He laughed at himself, turned around abruptly, and walked out with big strides.

He left so decisively, so decisively, and so sadly. His figure went farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller, slowly turning into a black dot and finally merging into the darkness, as if he had never been there.

She finally relaxed, a hint of sadness and slight pain appearing in her eyes.

She hurt this man and broke his heart that loved her.

But her heart had long been broken and could no longer bear the love of others.

Her heart was like a broken vessel, and his love was the surging tide. How could a container full of holes hold flowing water?

Rushi and Ruhua rushed in upon hearing the noise. Seeing Mo Lishang standing in the room with an indifferent look on his face and something strange in his eyes, they called out worriedly, "Miss?"

"I am fine."

Mo Lishang shook his head, ignored the two of them, turned around and walked towards the inner room.

My eyes swept across a silk scarf on the table, and my heart moved.

The cold corner of the clothes seemed to be melting. She slowly turned around and took the scarf from the table.

She lay flat on one hand carefully, and stroked the dragon pattern on the scarf with the other hand. Her fingertips moved back and forth over his name. Her mind kept replaying the happy look on his face when he smiled gently and held her feet...

After a long while, she sighed softly, put the scarf in her arms, and walked away.

They looked at each other in surprise, not knowing what had caused this spirited young lady to become a little sentimental.

"What's wrong, young lady?" Ruhua couldn't help but ask Rushi.

"how could I know?"

Rushi rolled her eyes at her and replied unhappily that since Mo Lishang was unhappy, she also felt like a stone was pressing on her heart.

Ruhua rolled her eyes, and suddenly she seemed to have suddenly realized something, and exclaimed softly, "Ah, I know."

"What do you know?" Rushi glanced at her suspiciously.

"It must be spring fever!"

Before he could finish his words, a pillow flew out from inside and hit Ruhua on the head as if it was planned.

The pillowcase was torn into pieces, and the goose feathers inside flew all over the room, like snow dancing in the sky. However, the snow melted as soon as it hit the ground, but the goose feathers could penetrate every pore and got into Ruhua's nostrils and covered her entire body.

"Cough cough..."

Ruhua coughed and waved her hands desperately, then ran outside.

"Clean up all these goose feathers before you go to sleep."

Mo Lishang's cold voice came from the inner room and stopped her from escaping.

Ruhua's face suddenly fell, and she said with a sad face: "Miss, can you not be so vicious?"

"Do you want another pillow?"

A faint threat came from Mo Lishang inside.

"Okay, sis, let's clean up."

Ruhua sighed helplessly and asked Rushi to help her clean up.

"I have to get up early tomorrow morning to serve the young lady, so I won't have time to play with you."

Rushi refused without any conscience, twisted her waist and walked out calmly, without any mercy at all.

"Oh my god! What kind of world is this? Even my sister abandoned me when disaster struck."

Ruhua screamed exaggeratedly, looking at the feathers flying all over the room, some of which were falling in front of her eyes, as if mocking her. She glared at the feathers hatefully, then resignedly cleaned up the mess on the floor.

The rain path is covered with green weeds, and the frosty garden is covered with red leaves.

The reason why Ren Xiaoyao's garden is named Frost Garden is mainly because this garden is very strange. On every moonlit night, the moonlight spreads down, and the ground is covered with silver light. The whole garden seems to be covered with severe frost and glowing with a faint light. Even the branches, green leaves, rockery, and water surface in the garden appear to be a quiet white, cold and glowing, as if it is a world of ice and snow, which makes people amazed.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or destined, but it was a rainy day when she met him. The mist in the lake was rising, like fog, smoke, dream, and illusion, hiding the clear blue waves and the willows beside the pool, shrouding a graceful white figure, which appeared and disappeared, outstanding and elegant, light and unsustainable, like fragile crystal that made people dare not approach.

A few steps away, he was wearing a moon-white robe, with a stern brow and a proud and proud demeanor. His every move revealed a casualness and ease that was not burdened by worldly matters, yet also a sense of vicissitudes of life that came from having experienced the mortal world.

Today, Ren Xiaoyao was wearing a moon-white robe, revealing his extraordinary elegance, gentleness, modesty and restraint, as if he was a fairy floating on the lake.

Yes, floating in the lake, this is the characteristic of Frost Garden. Some of the lotus leaves in Frost Garden are artificially carved and mixed in with the others, making it impossible to tell which ones are real and which ones are fake.

Those fake lotus leaves are masterpieces created by famous contemporary jade carvers using top-grade natural jadeite, which took them several years to complete. They are placed every few meters from the shore to the center of the lake, so that people watching can step on these lotus leaves to the center of the lake and dance with the lotus.

However, the placement of these jade lotuses is not random, but arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.

Once you take a wrong step, the deadly formation under the lake will be activated instantly, killing the person instantly and disappearing forever, so the lotus leaves in this lake are extremely lush.

The lotus is a late lotus, a new variety introduced from the Western Regions. It is still in full bloom even in late autumn. She and he stand on the lotus like a golden boy and a jade girl, with an extraordinary fairy-like appearance. Coupled with the long mist, it seems as if one has seen fairies.

"You have something on your mind."

His voice was as warm as spring, as soft as clouds, and contained a hint of concern.

"No……"

She shook her head slightly, gazed into the distance, and changed the silk umbrella to another hand.

"You little fool, worry is clearly written on your face, but you won't admit it."

He chuckled indulgently, walked to her side, and gently took the umbrella from her hand. When a question flashed across her eyes, he smiled lovingly and held his big umbrella over her head.

"Don't worry, no matter how fierce the wind and rain are, I will always hold an umbrella for you so that you won't get hurt at all."

He smiled meaningfully, and his body blocked the direction of the falling rain, completely enclosing her under his protection.

She could feel his body temperature and a cool breeze coming from him, which made her feel extremely at ease.

Although he turned his face ruthlessly, it was towards his enemies;

Although he is ambitious, it is a desire for the future;

Although he can turn his hand to make clouds and his hand to make rain, that is his momentum in the business world;

Although he also plays tricks, that is towards others.

But he was completely kind to her, so kind that she was a little bit obsessed, so kind that she was relieved and alert, so kind that she let down her guard...

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Her nose felt slightly sore and she leaned into his arms, smelling his scent and relaxing her whole body.

He patted her shoulder with his other hand and said gently:

"Aren't you my sister? Do I need a reason to be nice to my sister?"

"Just a sister?" she asked faintly.

He froze for a moment, then smiled carefreely, pretending to be slightly angry: "Has anyone ever said that you are cruel?"

"Why do you say that about me?"

She acted coquettishly and refused, puffing out her cheeks like a coquettish cat.

"Haha, you bad girl."

He laughed so hard that his chest moved slightly. "You are a heartless person. Falling in love with you is destined to be painful. However, you are testing me while being intimate with me. You are greedy for the pampering I bring you, but you are afraid that I will fall in love with you. In fact, I also like the feeling of pampering you, but I am also afraid of falling in love with you. So in this life, I only want to treat you as a sister, pamper you, pity you, and love you like a brother."

"Why do you understand me so well?"

Tears slowly slid down her eyes, wetting her clothes in an instant.

After her rebirth, she has been living in conspiracy. She is really tired. She always wants to have a harbor where she can rely on and shelter from the wind and rain, but she does not need love. She searches for it and finds that she can still have this beautiful family relationship.

“Maybe it’s because we are all the same.”

He sighed and couldn't help but hold her in his arms.

His eyes were looking into the distance, and through the mist and dawn, there was a hint of bitterness between his lips.

Silly girl, you know, I actually want to be more than just your brother.

But I know you don't love me, you just want to be close to me.

If you love me, you won't take the initiative to get close to me.

Well, since you don't want me to fall in love with you, then I will be your brother and spend my whole life protecting you and helping you until I die.

But I don’t know how long this kind of days will last. I’m really afraid that after I’m gone, no one will pamper you, love you as much as I do. What will you do then?

Thinking of this, his arms suddenly tightened.

She felt his sudden tight embrace, so tight that she couldn't breathe, but she also seemed to hear the uneasiness and worry in his heart, and her mood became tense as well.

"Brother, no matter what happens, you still have me. No matter how difficult it is, we will get through it together!" She raised her head and looked at him firmly.

A warm current instantly filled his chest and he smiled. Finally, he had someone who truly cared about her.

She took out a piece of silk and threw it at him, pretending to be relaxed and making a face, "You are such a grown man and you are still crying. Wipe it off! Shame on you."

"Hahaha^" He laughed loudly, and suddenly put the umbrella in her hand, and said heroically: "Take it, brother will show you how to dance with the sword."

After saying that, she rushed into the rain like a crane. The wind and rain were whistling, and her white clothes were fluttering. Every dance made the mountains depressed, and the sky and the earth seemed to be low and high for a long time!

As swift as Yi shooting down the nine suns, as agile as the emperors riding dragons, coming like thunder with rage, ending like the clear light of the sea and river,

He has great ambitions but his lips and sleeves are lonely. He has no sword in his hand but has a sword in his heart! He and the sword are one, as sharp as a blade...

The slanting wind and drizzle turned into mist, and the lotus flowers were facing each other in clusters. All the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth had become his background and foil. He was a natural king, a natural hero, the most eye-catching star, illuminating the dark and gloomy sky.