'Accept?'
…
Did this person's dictionary contain words like 'know when to stop' or 'a modest gentleman'?
She clenched her fists and placed them over her heart, resolutely resisting the warm and fragrant chest. She resolutely refused to look at the pair of smiling eyes above her head. His gaze was like spring water, the spring light, and the spring breeze. His elegance was as strong as his martial arts. Anyone who tried to resist would be turned into ashes with a snap of his fingers.
It was a pity that she did not need to think to know that this man was dangerous. He was like a mandala swaying in the wind, beautiful and harmless, but actually lethal. Every cell in her body was warning her not to be greedy for his warmth. She had lived for so many years, and if she were to be captivated by mere beauty and warmth, she would be living in a dog's stomach.
Fuyao frowned and tried to push him to a safe distance with her fist. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhaoxu's hand tightened. The hand that had been lightly pressing on her back suddenly exerted more force and spun her around. Fuyao, who had been sitting up on the edge of the bed, immediately fell into it.
The next moment, a light colored robe fell on Yuan Zhaoxu, who had actually turned over and climbed onto the bed. With a stretch of his hand, the curtain fell down. The fine bead curtains collided with each other, creating a dazzling scene.
Fuyao was shocked to see that he had actually climbed onto the bed. Just as she was about to jump up, Yuan Zhaoxu turned his head and smiled at her. "Shhh …"
He turned to look outside the window, where a faint black shadow flashed.
Fuyao glanced at it and silently made a downward chopping motion with her palm.
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and turned his back to the window. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "A girl shouldn't be so murderous. It'll affect your demeanor …" His voice was mellow and warm. It softly brushed against Fuyao's ear, like a string being plucked. His voice was low and mesmerizing.
Fuyao blushed for no reason.
The blush had yet to fade when the guy who had just told her not to be so murderous suddenly flicked his fingers.
With a light 'pa' sound, a few bright red plum blossoms blossomed on the pale white window paper, and then slowly bloomed, interweaving with the thick and faint shadows of the flowers.
A muffled groan that was suppressed to the extreme resounded at the base of the wall and instantly faded away.
Meng Fuyao could not help but shake her head when she heard the sound. "You're calling him a gentleman, but you're making him deaf."
"If he didn't stick the window paper so tightly, how could the ice needle hurt him?" Yuan Zhaoxu's wandering eyes were like a misty dream, filled with flickering smoke. "Everything has its own cause and effect, and the evils we bring upon ourselves are the hardest to bear."
"Is this the morality of the Limitless Nation?" Meng Fuyao tried to get up, frowning.
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled but did not reply. She tried to shift her body but suddenly realized that she could not move. She turned around in shock and saw that Yuan Zhaoxu had moved closer to her. He was playing with a strand of her long hair that had fallen on the pillow. His smile became even more dazzling when he saw her look over. He brought the strand of hair to his nose and closed his eyes to take a deep sniff.
She then smiled faintly, "It smells so good."
She immediately pulled the hair back and glared at him.
Yuan Zhaoxu pretended not to see her gaze. He propped his cheek up with his hand and continued to play with a strand of her hair. He also pressed a loose strand of hair under his body. Unable to break free, she grinned at him, revealing her white teeth. "Tonight, I rolled on the grass, fell off a cliff, and soaked in the rain all night."
"Not too bad, not too smelly."
"I have lice."
"That's even better, I'll catch them for you."
…
After a moment of silence, she suddenly laughed. Yuan Zhaoxu lifted his head to look at her. From this angle, his face was really dizzying. She pulled the blanket over his face and shook the bed vigorously. "Creak! Creak! Creak!"
The bed swayed dangerously, and the beaded curtains shone brightly, making it look suspiciously charming.
Yuan Zhaoxu picked up the corner of the blanket and raised his eyebrows. He could not help but laugh when he understood what she was trying to do.
* Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. *
Almost immediately after the sound of the bed shaking, a fat white shadow scuttled out from the corner of the wall and climbed onto the bed. In mid-air, he did a front somersault and turned 360 degrees. His four legs kicked out, ready to split open the two who seemed to be exercising on the bed.
With a whooshing sound, the two of them flipped over at the same time. Lord Ingot, who was obsessed with his master, fell onto the bed with a thud, smashing between the two of them. The bedding was very soft, and Lord Ingot was in a whirlpool, head down and feet up. He tried a few backflips before he managed to struggle free.
With great difficulty, he managed to regain his balance. With a flick of his master's finger, Lord Ingot fell back onto the bed.
Lord Ingot hugged the blanket and cried.
Meng Fuyao bit the blanket and laughed so hard that she was about to have a fit.
Suddenly, there was a soft thud outside the window. After three consecutive thuds, a black shadow floated in like a wisp of smoke.
Yuan Zhaoxu went forward, his back blocking the face of the man in black. The two exchanged a few words before the man in black retreated.
By the time Yuan Zhaoxu turned around, Meng Fuyao had already sat up on the bed. A pair of black eyes peeked out from the curtains and stared at him with a burning gaze.
"Your master asked Grand Tutor to stay for a few more days. He said that he wanted to catch up with an old friend that he hasn't seen for many years." Yuan Zhaoxu's smile seemed to have a deeper meaning. "Grand Tutor was supposed to leave today, but he can't leave now."
"Lin Xuanyuan has always been a sly old fox." Meng Fuyao shrugged.
"I originally planned to bring you down the mountain with Grand Tutor, but now we have to change our plans." Yuan Zhaoxu gently lifted his chin with his fingers in a graceful gesture. "Lin Xuanyuan has already informed Pei Yuan's relatives, and they will be rushing over in a few days. He asked Grand Tutor to stay because he suspects that Grand Tutor is involved in tonight's incident. He's dragging Grand Tutor to the Pei Residence, so that if there's any conflict, the Pei Residence will be the one to offend Grand Tutor.
He has a good plan. "" Do you think Grand Tutor is involved in tonight's incident? " Meng Fuyao looked at him with a grin. "For example, does he know about the help you've given me?"
"You'd better worry about how you're going to leave this place." Yuan Zhaoxu wasn't fooled.
Meng Fuyao didn't reply. She got up, tidied her clothes, and tied her hair up.
Yuan Zhaoxu sat still, watching her movements with a hint of a smile in his eyes. "Hmm?"
"It's better if I don't stay here any longer." Meng Fuyao quickly buttoned her sleeves and checked her weapons. "You've already helped me twice. That's enough loyalty. If I rely on you again, I'll bring trouble to both you and Grand Tutor. I can't be so careless."
She waved her hand and made a gesture of farewell in a suave manner. "Goodbye."
She walked out without looking back. Before she reached the door, it locked automatically with a click. Meng Fuyao stopped, turned around, and tilted her head to look at Yuan Zhaoxu.
The sky was about to brighten, and the first rays of the morning sun shone through the gaps between the door and window, outlining her silhouette as she leaned against the door frame. She looked like a willow, soft, yet vigorous.
The light in Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes dimmed, and the meaning in his eyes was indescribable.
After a while, he gently put down the teacup in his hand, the bottom of the porcelain touching the boxwood table. His voice was clear, but there was a hint of reticence in it, as if he was expressing an indescribable emotion.
"Women shouldn't be so independent and stubborn." Yuan Zhaoxu's smile sank into the pink and purple rays of the morning sun, forcing them to retreat. "That would make a man feel like a hero is useless."
"Oh? So hero? "Meng Fuyao leaned against the door frame, crossed her arms, and smiled at him." How do you plan to use your martial arts? "
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