Chapter 108
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Guan Xilin, who was waiting for his reply, saw that he was staring at the carriage behind him in a daze and his face immediately darkened. He took a step to the left and his large body blocked his way.
"I say, what are you looking at?"
"Brother Murong, do you know the person in the carriage?"
Feng Qingge slowly walked over and asked in a soft voice. Her gaze also landed on the carriage. Then, she shifted her gaze to Guan Xilin and revealed a faint smile: "This young master, since you are my Big Brother Murong's friend, then you are also my, Feng Qingge's, friend. Which of you is inside the carriage? Why don't you come out and meet me? "
She had been watching for quite a while and was really puzzled. The dazed expression on Murong Yi Xuan's face made her feel a sense of crisis for the first time since she took over Feng Qingge's identity. That gaze was too familiar and it made her heart tremble.
Once, she had quietly watched from the side just like she did just now, watching him use that kind of gentle and affectionate gaze to look at Feng Qingge. However, ever since she took over this identity, she felt that he had always lacked the affection and gentleness that he used to have for Feng Qingge.
Even when he looked at her, said gentle words and was very considerate towards her, she was still sensitive enough to sense it.
This made her uneasy but she didn't dare to look into it, afraid that the final result would be something she couldn't bear. She had always ignored it and kept telling herself that she was overthinking it.
But just now, she had stood there and watched him lift the curtain and the man inside the carriage. The gaze he had looked into the carriage almost made her collapse.
Without looking, a woman's intuition told her that the person in the carriage was a woman. However, what kind of woman was she? How could she make him lose his composure like this?
Guan Xilin looked at her as if he was looking at an idiot: "Am I very familiar with you? Is my sister very familiar with you? If you want to see her, does she have to come out and let you see her? "
Hearing this, Feng Qingge's expression turned ugly but she did not flare up. Instead, she turned her head towards the carriage and softly said, "Miss, it's fate that brought us together. Why don't you come out and meet me?"
In the carriage, Fengjiu was playing with a strand of hair that had fallen to his chest. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his lips under the veil held a playful and demonic smile. His voice was neither fast nor slow, and it carried three parts laziness and seven parts indifference.
"Do I know you? Why should I go out to see you? "
Hearing the voice coming from the carriage, Feng Qingge was slightly startled. It seemed to be a little familiar.
She wasn't the only one who had this feeling. Even Murong Yi Xuan was slightly startled. That voice was somewhat similar to Qing Ge's but it was also somewhat different. Because that voice was filled with a casual laziness, it was very seductive.
Perhaps it was the familiar voice that made her feel uneasy, for she walked past Guan Xilin and reached the side of the carriage to lift the curtain. However, before her hand could touch the curtain, it was caught by a pair of large hands.
"What are you doing!"
Guan Xilin's eyes widened and his face darkened. He stared at this beautiful woman with an extremely displeased expression. He felt that her brain was filled with faces and she couldn't understand human language at all.
"Let go!"
Feng Qingge berated, frowning as she looked at the hand that was holding her wrist.
Guan Xilin pulled her back two steps before letting go of her hand. His face was filled with disgust: "If you didn't want to lift the curtain, do you think I wanted to hold your hand?"
"Pa!"
"Qingge!" Murong Yi Xuan's expression changed slightly and he quickly stepped forward.
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