The night was as dark as water, and the Holy Maiden's Palace was quiet. In Nuo Da's bedroom, the woman playing the piano stopped and never looked back: "I told you a long time ago, don't come to my place."
Mo Chengyue leaned against the window, stood far away, holding a jade flute in his hand, gently placed it on the table, and smiled in a low voice: "After I come to see you this time, I'm afraid I won't be here again in the future." No chance to come."
Hu Yueru paused with her fingers and turned around slowly without saying a word.
The man was dressed in black night clothes, with a slender figure. His extremely handsome face was like a sculpture. He casually leaned against the window, and did not approach her wantonly like before.
Except for the first time he met him, he was unconscious, and then several times, no matter how she treated him, he always had a smiling face, the corners of his beautiful lips were unconsciously curled up, and his eyes were like fire The warmth is flowing...
He always approached unconsciously, clinging so tightly that he couldn't even drive him away.
Hu Yueru looked at the person in front of her without saying a word.
She has never talked much, and Mo Chengyue knows that, in fact, he also seldom talks, but when facing her, he seems to have endless things to say, he wants to tell her everything, tell her everything, and share everything with her .
Sometimes, the mood is dull, and when I see her, my mood suddenly improves.
Only this time, something is different.
Mo Chengyue's eyes were fixed on her face: "I have very important things to do, I've got things done, I'll come to see you again, if it's not done..."
He chuckled.
Hu Yueru's heart sank suddenly amidst his low laughter, and she blurted out, "Where are you going? What are you doing?"
The smile on Mo Chengyue's face grew wider, "With your words, I feel very comforted. I must come back alive to see you."
Hu Yueru: "..."
What did she say?
She just asked him where he was going and what he was going to do, and she didn't care about him. What is there to comfort him?
Mo Chengyue raised his hand and stroked the jade flute on the table, "This is my personal belonging and the most beloved thing, I give it to you."
"I don't want it!" Hu Yueru turned her face away: "You take it away, I don't lack this kind of thing."
"I know you don't need anything." Mo Chengyue twirled the jade flute in his hand, "But I don't like to owe people favors, and you have saved my life.
As a saintess of a city, her status is second only to the high priest, and she is respected by all the people in Moon City. Naturally, she has everything she needs.
but I......"
Mo Chengyue paused for a moment, "But I don't know how to repay you, so I can only give you this beloved thing again, and I will repay your kindness."
Hu Yueru bit her lip, her eyes drooped, her eyelashes trembled, and she said nothing.
Mo Chengyue's voice was flat: "It is said that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring. This kindness of saving a life, I wanted to promise it with my body..."
Hu Yueru scolded in a low voice: "Presumptuous!"
Mo Chengyue suddenly suppressed the smile on his face, and said seriously: "At first, when I learned that you saved me, I really had such thoughts in my heart.
It doesn't matter if you think I'm presumptuous, frivolous, or malicious.
I didn't know that your Saintess Palace in Moon City would have such strict rules, so I thought I must marry you..."
Hu Yueru's fingers on her knees clenched into fists: "Stop talking."
Mo Chengyue continued to laugh: "I'm afraid that if I don't say it now, I won't have a chance in the future...You allow me to finish what I want to tell you this time. As for the future, can you occasionally talk to me?" Think of me, and I will be content."