Chapter 1898

He Jingshu is the eldest lady of the He family, and she has a verbal engagement with the Feng family. Once the engagement date is finalized, she will become the young wife of the Feng family's young marshal, and everyone will watch her every move.

If it wasn't for the fact that this inn was full of rich and noble people, she would have rushed into the guest room to have a better look and ask questions.

Thinking of this, He Jingshu had no choice but to give up.

The innkeeper smiled and said, "Miss He, for the dragon boat race tomorrow, the entire inn has been booked in advance. If you really think the east room is better, I will keep the smaller room for you when the guests check out tomorrow."

He Jingshu snorted coldly, asked the shopkeeper for a few candles, and went back to the wing room upstairs.

The bedroom door was closed.

Feng Shaojin put the drowsy Mo Lingwei on the bed, poured warm water in the basin, wet the handkerchief, and wiped her hands and face.

The semi-wet handkerchief brushed over her delicate eyebrows and nose little by little, and finally, stroked her pink lips like cherry blossoms.

Her hands were neatly folded over her heart, breathing evenly, rising and falling, Feng Shaojin looked away, closed his eyes, and finally, his eyes moved to her lips uncontrollably.

By coincidence, he threw away the handkerchief in his hand, put his arms on both sides of her body, moved closer, and pressed his thin lips against the corners of her moist lips.

The blood all over his body rushed into his mind, Feng Shaojin's breathing was rapid and hot, and it all sprayed on Mo Lingwei's face.

He saw her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned.

Feng Shaojin's feverish and swollen head seemed to be poured with a basin of ice water suddenly, he straightened up quickly, turned his head, walked to the table and sat down, not daring to look at her again.

He must not blaspheme her.

Do not take advantage of others.

Don't let her trust you down.

Feng Shaojin rubbed his eyebrows, poured himself a glass of sweet wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

He thought, he should marry her back as soon as possible, and after marrying back, he can face each other every day and sleep together every night.

For some people, as long as they stay by their side, even if they don't speak quietly, they can give him a sense of peace and stability. This feeling is really strange and wonderful.

The night was long and it was too difficult. Mo Lingwei's slight breathing sounded like a feather and rhythmically brushed the tip of his heart. He also wanted to be like Mo Lingwei, drunk on the table and unconscious. It's a pity that he is so drunk Even if you finish drinking the sweet wine in Guihualou, you can't feel drunk in the slightest.

What's more, when he was drunk, he was also afraid that he would not be able to control himself and do things that would make him regret for life, so it's better to be sober.

When Mo Lingwei woke up, she saw a lamp burning in the wing room, and Feng Shaojin was sitting at the table, writing calligraphy with a brush.

She had taken off her shoes and socks, but she was still wearing the daytime cheongsam.

Feng Shaojin habitually glanced at the head of the bed, seeing that she had opened her eyes, put down her pen, walked to the bedside with warm water, and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

He touched her head and asked with a chuckle, "Are you dizzy?"

Mo Lingwei asked embarrassedly: "Why don't you go back to the next room to rest, why do you stay here?"

"You were the one who didn't let me go." Feng Shaojin's thin lips were lightly hooked, and his tone was meaningful: "I want to go, but you clung to my cuff. I promised you that you would go to sleep obediently."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei recalled belatedly: "I was drunk, did you send me back?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

This reflex arc was too long, Feng Shaojin asked: "Don't you remember anything about last night?"