The winter night was as cold as water, with sparse stars outside the window and a cold moon, and a long wind blowing for miles.
The girl’s face was flushed, her starry eyes like water, her gaze somewhat dazed, with a trace of charming allure at the corners of her eyes.
She slightly lowered her eyes, taking in the sight of the man’s ink-like hair tied up with a silver hairpin.
As he lowered his head and leaned forward, his ink-black hair cascaded down, brushing against her skin, slightly cool, with a few strands lifted by the night breeze, tickling her cheek.
She instinctively raised her hand, her arm weak and powerless, her pretty fingertips threading through his hair, as if wanting to push him away, yet also wanting more.
In her muddled thoughts, she mused that it would be great if she could just faint...
Could it be that heaven heard her call? The next moment, she really blacked out and fell asleep.
Nangong Mo initially did not realize that Yun Ran had fainted; he was immersed in his own world, weaving his romantic fantasy.
Then, gradually, he finally noticed something was amiss.
When he stood up and lifted his head to see the girl’s sweet sleeping face, in that instant, his expression was as if struck by lightning, rigid and splitting apart.
A face as beautiful as a demon’s darkened as if it could spill ink...
Nangong Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes forcefully, calming the urge within to throttle a certain young woman.
She actually fainted!
She actually fainted again!
He initially thought she was faking it, but it turned out she really fainted!
Fifty meters away on a large tree, Feng Xuan lay on the tree with a sword, gazing at the moon, enjoying leisurely, when he suddenly heard a call for water in the hall.
Feng Xuan was truly startled, springing up from the tree, his expression uncertain and puzzled.
Did his master finish so quickly?!
That can’t be right?! His master’s body should be perfectly fine, right?!
Feng Xuan quickly reached the doorway, calling out with anxiety and doubt, "Master?"
After following for so many years, the tacit understanding between the two was extraordinary; Nangong Mo almost instantly grasped the meaning behind Feng Xuan’s word.
Instantly, his already darkened handsome face turned darker, squeezing two words coldly from between his teeth:
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Feng Xuan was stunned for a moment, then instantly comprehended, "Master, please wait, I’ll be right back!"
Heavens, why does his master want cold water again? What happened this time?
This soaking in cold water every few days... even with his master’s good health, he can’t withstand such torment, right?
Feng Xuan worriedly prepared the cold water, sneaked a glance at Nangong Mo’s darkened handsome face, and decided to risk his life to offer advice, "Master..."
The words were perfect in tone, striking fear!
A master with unfulfilled desires is truly terrifying!
Feng Xuan shivered, instantly swallowing the rest of his words, "I’ll get out now!"
Feng Xuan returned to that big tree, but this time without the mood to enjoy the moon.
Let the master calm down; he’ll risk offering advice again tomorrow!
This cold winter, soaking in cold water every few days is not the way...
Yun Ran had a good night’s sleep and woke up in the bright sunlight, feeling refreshed.
She found herself lying on Nangong Mo’s luxurious bed, but he was not in the room.
The scenes from last night replayed in her mind bit by bit. Thinking of the things she did after getting drunk, Yun Ran couldn’t help but cover her face with her hand.
Drunken antics lead to mistakes! However, her drinking behavior wasn’t that bad... right?
"Lin Wanyue, drink the medicine."
The man’s cold and eerie voice came through, and Yun Ran turned her head, almost thinking she saw a black-faced god...
The man sneered coldly, extending the medicine bowl towards her, tossing out three cold words: