The next day, when Luo Shang opened her eyes, she heard the sound of birds chirping.
The Moon Pavilion was built high up in the sky, but it was not cold. From the clouds, with tentacles touching the sky, one could always see and hear the melodious sounds of various birds chirping.
It was not long after dawn when a fresh scent filled the open window, the soft sunlight illuminating the golden corrugated tiles. The light of the Moon Pavilion and the veil of silk slowly fluttered, naturally soothing.
Leng Mufei had already impatiently come here, and he had brought a lot of things with him.
Luo Shang who was at the dressing table watched him enter and saw through the mirror that he had ordered her servants to arrange the items neatly for him. She frowned, and thought back to when she had first entered the Phoenix-resting Chamber. Leng Shaoyu had done the same thing.
"She stood up and immediately turned around to ask." What are you doing? "
Leng Mufei only smiled at her from afar, his hands behind his back, his posture naturally and casually.
"The smile on her face didn't diminish in the slightest as she walked towards her." I'm your husband, so of course I want to live here. "
Such familiar words immediately made Luo Shang's heart ache.
He spoke as though it was a matter of course, as if what he said made sense.
Her husband? When had he ever given himself such a title? In the midst of indifference, Luo Shang spoke up coldly. Please go out. "
The man only looked at her ice-cold eyes and continued to smile. "What are you doing out here? I'm living here for your own good. I'm afraid that you'll be scared of being alone. You really are a heartless little thing."
He stepped closer and held out his hand to her, wanting to tap the tip of her nose, but the woman seemed to resist his touch and shunned him.
Ye Zichen couldn't help but retract his hand after getting hit once again.
Leng Mufei was a monster in the first place, but when he smiled, his eyes became even more devilish; they were as shallow as peach blossoms, and his thin lips were pursed slightly.
"After my careful consideration last night, I still feel that our wedding date will be better in three days. That would be a pretty good day." He smiled brilliantly as he picked up the fruits on the table and threw them into the air. Coincidentally, he caught them with confidence, smiled lightly and threw them into the plate, then excitedly looked at Luo Shang.
"Date of marriage?" Luo Shang lifted her beautiful eyes and looked straight at him, not understanding what he meant.
"What, you don't want me to give you a name?" Leng Mufei turned his handsome face towards her, as if teasing her.
Luo Shang's aversion and rejection towards him left him helpless. After thinking for a long time, he still felt that it would be better if she married this woman.
He didn't want her to be so cold, at least not to him.
Luo Shang didn't know why he wanted to marry her, nor what he wanted to do. She lifted her long eyelashes, her eyes were as calm as autumn water, and a wisp of tassel covered the left side of her face. She only said, "I won't marry you."
Leng Mufei did his best to endure the unhappiness in his heart. His scoundrelly appearance was arrogant as he said: "Marrying me is not a bad thing. Such an outstanding man, to be your husband, how proud must you be?"
"I will never marry you in this life." Once again, she said it with certainty.
This determination had also stung the man's heart.
"If you want to marry me in the next life, I might not marry you." The corner of his mouth curled up into an evil smile, and an evil smile that seemed to be indifferent covered up the disappointment in his heart.
Luo Shang looked at him in disdain, then turned around and said: "Even if I were to die, I won't marry you. My husband cannot be you. " He definitely would not be a member of the Leng Clan.
The man's eyeliner was long and narrow, and the ends of his eyebrows were raised. His soul-stirring eyes were filled with a bewitching beauty, but it was slowly replaced by an impatient coldness.
Luo Shang's words had angered him time and time again. He loved her so much that he could take everything from her, but that didn't mean that his heart wouldn't ache just because he didn't have a temper. Was it because of Leng Shaoyu that she would say such words, and reject him multiple times?
With his large hand, he grabbed the wrist of the woman who had turned around, and forcefully pulled Luo Shang who had turned around into his embrace. He looked down at her condescendingly, the gentleness in his eyes slowly disappearing.
"If you don't want me to be your husband, then who else could it be? Was it him? Leng Shaoyu? " His eyes were sharp and dangerous as he stared at her.
When he couldn't get her reply, he suddenly used a lot of strength in his palm that hooked onto her waist, and lifted her even more tightly. Luo Shang's hands rested in front of him, facing his condescending eyes.
"No wonder you are so cold to me. Do you still love him?"
"Answer me!"
His grip on her waist was very strong, and he didn't let go even after hurting her. His other hand tightly gripped her wrist, causing her wrist to turn completely red.
At this time, Leng Mufei was the same as Leng Shaoyu; he would only be angry, and he would also only vent his anger on her.
Luo Shang raised his head and looked at him. "Yes, I still love him, so what?"
Hearing this, the man was stunned. His body stiffened and even his body temperature changed. After that, he gave a cold laugh and said, "What can I do, what can I do …"
"You are thinking of him in my arms. What do you think I can do? "I can only do this …" Before he could finish, he moved forward and pressed her body with his palm, causing rouge powder to sprinkle all over the floor. His tongue robs her of its scent, and he kisses her fiercely, as if dissatisfied.
Ignoring the struggle of the woman, he roughly kissed her cheeks, kissing her neck and skin. The more Luo Shang dodged and struggled, the more intense the desire felt like she was on fire.
"Pa ~ ~ ~"
A clear and melodious voice resounded through the entire room, the echo echoing within the empty Moon Pavilion for a long time. The man slowly turned his face away, and his face immediately turned green.
When he angrily looked at Luo Shang, his original anger actually melted and dissipated with the woman's wronged and tearful eyes below him.
Her hair was messy and powdered. The lips he had kissed were red and swollen with traces of blood. Tears could be seen at the corners of her eyes as she stared at him with a dull gaze.
In Leng Mufei's heart, it was as if a knife had twisted through it. Suddenly, he lost the desire to conquer his, and hugged Luo Shang tightly. and kept saying, "Don't be afraid, I... I won't hurt you. "
He was very clear what Leng Shaoyu had done to her. Although Luo Shang's words made him very angry, he was even more unwilling to see her pain.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and flowed down from her eyes until they fell onto the man's shoulders. Leng Mufei didn't know what to do as he held her shivering body.
He took her face in his hands, looked at her, and whispered, "I won't force you again. Don't be afraid of me, okay?"
He didn't want to hurt her in the first place, but Luo Shang's coldness had truly annoyed him. She thought about how she had bitterly searched for his beloved girl for so many years, and now that she was right in front of him, she couldn't even get a single hug from her.
Seeing her eyes that were turning more and more sorrowful, Leng Mufei frowned more and more tightly. "Good, good, good. From now on, I won't touch you, not even for a second. I'll leave now, I'll leave now."
He got up in a panic, took a few steps back, looked at her from a distance for a moment, then turned and walked out of the room.
Only after seeing the door shut, did Luo Shang's hand that was holding onto her clothes relax a little. She curled up even more tightly, and leaned against the table, her eyes filled with fog.
Leng Mufei who was walking on the Moon Pavilion floor was wandering around the courtyard. Sometimes he shook his head and sighed, and sometimes he raised his head and looked at the room at the highest level.
He put his arms around his shoulders and leaned his back against the peach blossom tree, looking at it silently.
"Master, I can't see Miss Luo either." The butler was captivated by the man's gaze and peeked at him a few times. Other than the peach and cherry trees that covered the sky, there were also the various lanterns and silks floating in the air.
He didn't know what his master had been looking at all this time to be so absorbed in it.
The man leaning against the wall sighed helplessly. "Yeah, I can't see it."
"Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and looked at the butler with a reproachful look." Who told you not to slap your own face? "
The old butler shook his head, feeling wronged. He raised his callused hands and pretended to slap himself. His master had always been like this. If she was in a bad mood, she would just let him slap her on the face, and every time, she would never reprimand or him any further, truly punishing him.
"Tell me, what's so bad about me that she hates me so much?" Leng Mufei looked straight at the higher ups as he thought in distress.
The old butler chuckled and said, "Of course, master is good. Who would say that my master is bad? It's just that Miss Luo doesn't understand master's intentions. You still have to use the right method." The butler walked closer and whispered into the man's ear: "Miyagi just brought in that medicine from the Western Regions. Master, you can …"
"Foolish!" Leng Mufei raised his fan and slapped the old butler's head hard. However, he narrowed his eyes.
He mumbled to himself, "Don't say it, this really is a method."
Since she didn't want to, he could only do so.