C72

When Mo Qingfeng woke up, he did not know whether it was He Xi or not. His hazy eyes were blurry, he sat up and wore a shirt, his mouth was extremely dry, and he casually grabbed a teapot from the bedside and drank some water.

After drinking the water, his vision cleared up a lot. The bright red flour curtain, and the small and exquisite incense burner on the table gave off a sweet and greasy smell.

This was not his room.

He turned his head in surprise and saw a girl sitting under the same blanket as him. The woman covered her mouth with a gentle hand and yawned as she rubbed her eyes.

Bing Xin opened her eyes and saw Mo Qingfeng. Unlike when he was poisoned, his eyes were devoid of any light. At this moment, his eyes had returned to their usual bright and clear appearance.

"Your eyes have recovered?" she asked subconsciously. Looking at the two's current situation, he could not help but exclaim softly and forcefully push Mo Qingfeng away. However, his arms were weak after waking up, and he was unable to push Mo Qingfeng away. Instead, he pushed the teapot in his hands to the ground.

Li Hui, who had been guarding outside the whole time, heard the sound of something being broken inside the house. He took a big stride towards the door and simply kicked it open and rushed inside.

However, what he saw left him somewhat dumbfounded. Behind the white drapes, two indistinct figures were moving up and down, the tassels in the draperies were being tossed in red waves, and the room was exuding a sweet and rich fragrance.

In the gap under the curtain, a woman's foot stretched out. It was pure white and slender. A hand grabbed that foot and stroked it along her calf before disappearing behind the curtain. That hand was the color of ivory. Its ten fingers were long and slender, revealing a sturdy little arm that was slightly vermilion in color. Li Hui seemed to hear a soft cry of "ah" from a woman. The voice was very soft, but it was also very soft. However, when Li Hui heard it, it was deafening.

His mouth was dry and his mind was blank. He turned around and rushed out. He saw a bucket of water from a well in the yard. He splashed it onto his face without a care in the world. His entire face was wet. The little girl who was passing by yelled in surprise, but she couldn't reach his ears. He rushed to the stables, pulled out his horse, and swung himself onto it, lashing out with his whip. He rushed all the way to the general's manor. When the butler saw the ice shards that were frozen on the sides of his hair, he was shocked, but he did not care about that old man's question. Instead, he rushed to the room next to Yin Cui'er's and quickly stripped off all his clothes and pressed Yin Cui Er, who was still confused, down.

His libido had never been strong, and as a soldier, the intensity of his daily training was enough to unleash his energy. Even when he was in the mansion, he was only interested in his one and only serving maid.

He didn't understand why that brief glimpse had given him so much influence, but it was true that he was out of control now. His eyes stared at the woman below him, but he could not see her face. He used his instincts to charge at her, and after a final heavy charge, he fell wearily onto the woman's body.

Inside the Dew Flower Pavilion, the situation behind the drapes was not as spring as Li Hui had imagined. Mo Qingfeng used one hand to cover Bing Xin's mouth, not letting her scream out. Icy Heart twisted and pushed him, but when he accidentally saw the wounds on his chest and — His eyes widened in surprise, the struggle in his body immediately lessened.

After Li Hui rushed out of the room, the two people in the room slowly stopped moving. Mo Qingfeng lay on the ice core as he panted heavily. Previously, he had expended too much energy just to suppress a weak girl like her, something that he could usually do effortlessly. Sweat dripped from his head and ran down his skin and onto Icy Heart. Due to the intense movement just now, the outer garment on his body was flipped up, revealing the skin underneath.

Bing Xin's fingers slowly felt up the back of his waist, feeling the scars that were all over his fingers like dense webs.

The slender fingers were like feathers as they caressed Mo Qingfeng's back. It caused an electric current to surge through his spine, making him look like a docile horse. He leaned forward, closed his eyes and let out a soft cry.

"How did you get these wounds?" He only knew that he was a famous chivalrous expert in the martial arts world, but he didn't know that this fame needed to be exchanged with so many scars.

"Don't misunderstand, I haven't been injured since I left the Jianghu. "Cheetah, that was the first time, this was left behind by my practice." Mo Qingfeng chuckled as he thought back to the days when he felt as tormented as hell.

Mother, master, including all of his senior brothers.

They all told him that it was the only path he could take.

When he was cultivating, his skin was like a dry crack on the ground, and streams of red blood flowed out. At night, he didn't even dare to lie down, only lying on his side. At first, his mother would use a very cool ointment to wipe his body. However, when he discovered that even the scarred wounds from the day before would continue to rupture during the second day of cultivation, he never asked his mother to treat him again.

He was the one who was going to suffer anyway, so why put on an act and shed a few tears to make him believe that she had no other choice.

"You're suffering, how can your mother bear it? Could it be that you're the same as me, without a mother?" Bing Xin's voice was soft and gentle. It was unknown if she was recalling her own life.

"I have a mother," Mo Qingfeng's voice was cold and hard, "I might as well not have any mother."

Bing Xin did not speak anymore, and the two of them continued to embrace each other in silence. Mo Qingfeng felt tired and closed his eyes, his light breath blew on Bing Xin's face and caressed her hair.

It had been a long time since he had had such a feeling. He could honestly express it to the other party, and he could also accept the other party's consolation.

After a long time.

"Iceheart."

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's all in the past now."

"And …"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Just as he was about to push open the door and enter the room, Qin Xiao silently came out. He stood in the yard and silently mocked himself.

She had secretly heard from Lai Fu that Mo Qingfeng was here. She thought that Mo Qingfeng was hiding something from her and hid in the Dew Pavilion, but she didn't expect that she had thought too much into it.

The other party was whispering sweet nothings to his red sleeves. Why would this fiancée of hers come here for?