Chapter 2039

Before Mo Lingwei had time to react, she heard a chuckle of satisfaction and surprise in her ear: "Heh!"

Mo Lingwei suddenly raised her eyes, looked at the man in front of her, her breathing seemed to be stagnant, she stared at him for a moment, thinking she was dazzled.

Feng Shaojin raised his hand, and put his icy cold palm on her cheek, his voice was as low and gentle as wine, and he said almost without doubt: "Ling Wei, you are thinking of me!"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

There was a "boom" in Mo Lingwei's head, and the blood all over her body was about to freeze.

Her lips moved, and she said in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

Feng Shaojin's fingertips ran over her warm cheeks, with cautious piety: "I want to see you, so I'm here."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei's throat seemed to be stuffed with a sponge, and she wanted to say a lot, but seeing Feng Shaojin's nonchalant smile, the fear and worry in her heart instantly turned into burning anger, and she slapped it away. He stood up, took a step back, lowered his voice, and growled, "You're crazy!"

The suppressed rage was like the cry of a beast.

The back of Feng Shaojin's hand was so painful from her slap, she tried her best.

But seeing that angry and thoughtful little face, he became more and more happy.

The angrier she was, the more she cared about him.

She lives in Wenjing Garden and hasn't lost her temper with him for a long time.

He hadn't seen such a lively appearance for a long time.

Like strands of joy, vines crawled out of his heart and spread to his already handsome face.

A smile as bright as the morning sun floated on his face, Feng Shaojin took a sudden step forward, grabbed her hand, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Let's just take it as it is."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei was about to push him hard, but was hugged by Feng Shaojin.

The dagger fell in response and fell to the ground.

Mo Lingwei struggled hard: "Feng Shaojin, let me go, this is the Young Marshal's Mansion, not Wenjing Garden. My brother knows, and won't let you go."

"You also know that this is the Young Marshal's Mansion." Feng Shaojin glanced at the dagger on the ground, and simply smashed the can, "Call me, anyway, I'm here today, so I don't want to get out alive."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei raised her hand to hit him: "Get lost, uh!"

Feng Shaojin's cold lips sealed what she was about to say, and between pulling, her thick cloak fell to the ground, revealing her thin white undershirt.

The light in Feng Shaojin's eyes became hotter and hotter. He was afraid that she would freeze, so he simply raised his hand, picked her up, and walked to the bed.

He put Mo Lingwei on the bed, wrapped it in a quilt, and lay down beside her, looking at her with a pair of eyes like the sun, the moon, and the stars with a smile.

Mo Lingwei was so troubled by him that she had nowhere to vent her anger, and she didn't dare to yell out loud, for fear of alarming the guards in the Young Marshal's Mansion.

When she was held in his arms just now, she seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, it was so cold.

The north is not as cold as the south, and the climate is already cold. When winter comes, the temperature difference between day and night becomes larger.

He was wearing such thin clothes, and he didn't know if the wounds on his body had healed completely, yet he sneaked into her bamboo garden.

Does this man know if he is noticed by the guards? He will either die or be injured. What's more, with his brother's temperament, he will never let him go.

Seeing that she was silent, Feng Shaojin reached out and took her fingers.

The rough touch came, and Mo Lingwei looked down, and saw that his fingers were covered with blood scabs that had not yet fallen off...