"Let's go, Silver Mask King." Tang Mo 'er was about to leave.
At this moment, she heard a deep and magnetic voice. "Sister, wait for me. I'll go change and accompany you."
Tang Mo 'er turned around to look at Lu Yeming, fluttering her luscious lashes. "It's alright, Yeming. Silver Mask King has a private car to pick me up and send me back."
Lu Yeming remained expressionless. "I'll accompany you."
With that, he turned around and went upstairs.
Tang Mo 'er looked at her younger brother's tall figure, her heart warmed. Her younger brother had grown up and was becoming more domineering.
…
A few luxury cars stopped at the lawn in front of the Snow Mountain Residence and Tang Mo 'er alighted from the car.
The car window wound down, revealing Lu Yeming's handsome face. Tang Mo 'er waved at him. "Yeming, I'll go in first. Wait for me here."
Lu Yeming sat in the back seat and smiled. "Alright."
Tang Mo 'er entered the Snow Mountain Residence.
Seeing this scene, Xuan Ying walked forward and looked at Lu Yeming in the car. "West Duke, you seem to treat your sister very differently."
Lu Yeming leaned back indolently in the back seat. He glanced at Xuan Ying and said nonchalantly, "Feng Lingxue seems to have gone to the North Palace in the past two days. Silver Mask King, you'd better mind your own business if you have the time."
Xuan Ying's eyes flickered and he smiled. "Don't worry, I know my own business better than anyone else."
…
Tang Mo 'er went upstairs and looked at Xuan Ying. "Where's Miss Feng's room?"
Xuan Ying pointed at the servant's room in front.
Tang Mo 'er pushed open the door to the servant's room and walked in. Her bright eyes scanned the room.
"There's no need to look. There's no place for anyone to hide here," Xuan Ying said indifferently.
Indeed, the servant's room was very simple. There was only a bed, a window and a wardrobe.
It was such a small space and she could see everything in one glance.
Tang Mo 'er's gaze landed on the wardrobe. She walked forward and stretched out her hands to open the wardrobe door.
The door of the wardrobe opened, revealing a row of clothes hanging inside. Behind the clothes, in the corner of the wardrobe, a figure could be seen curled up.
Xuan Ying's expression changed, he quickly stepped forward in his black army boots and reached out to pull the clothes away.
Feng Lingxue was curled up in a ball, asleep.
She was really sleeping. She was wearing a thin dress and her two small hands were hugging her knees. Hiding in the wardrobe, she looked like a little kitten playing hide and seek.
Xuan Ying's heart wrenched. He slowly reached out and brushed away Feng Lingxue's long hair, revealing her beautiful face.
Her little face was very pale. Even though she was asleep, there was not the slightest bit of warmth. Her lips were pink and moist, and her weak and harmless appearance made people want to kiss her.
Xuan Ying stood there without moving, looking at her for a long time.
Then he lowered his tall body and carried her out of the wardrobe.
Lifting his legs, he carried her out of the servant's room and kicked open the door to his master bedroom.
He placed her on his soft bed.
Feng Lingxue was still sleeping, not waking up. Her hands and feet were cold and there was no warmth at all.
At this moment, his trusted aide, Ah Zhou, walked in. He handed a thin tablet to Xuan Ying and reported in a low voice, "Master, we've just pulled out the surveillance footage. Miss Feng came back yesterday morning."
Xuan Ying's gaze swept over Ah Zhou.
Ah Zhou lowered his head and said cautiously, "Master, this means that Miss Feng has been hiding in the wardrobe for two days. She hasn't eaten or drunk anything for the past two days and has been sleeping the entire time."
Xuan Ying furrowed his brows. Would a normal person hide in the wardrobe for two days and not come out?
Yuyu's voice reverberated in his ears — - This Feng Lingxue is a lunatic. She's mentally ill!
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes, a layer of frost clouding his glassy eyes.
"Silver Mask King," Tang Mo 'er walked in front and said softly, "I haven't interacted with Miss Feng much, but I know that she's very lonely inside. She yearns for love and warmth. No matter what happened between the two of you in the past, I hope that you can let go of your grudge and treat her well."
Xuan Ying didn't reply. After a long while, he said indifferently, "Ah Zhou, send the guest out."
"Miss Tang, please."
Tang Mo 'er walked out.
…
The room was quiet, only the two of them were left in the room.
Xuan Ying took off his coat, flipping the blanket aside and lying down beside her. He stretched out his strong arm and pulled her delicate body into his embrace, letting her sleep on his muscular chest.
He spread his warm, masculine body heat to her.
Feng Lingxue slowly felt warmth in her sleep. She instinctively inched closer to him, her hand snuck under his shirt and placed on his eight pack. She was so excited that she could feel the warmth in her heart.
The corners of Xuan Ying's lips kicked up. She wasn't silly at all, she knew to put her cold hand in his embrace to warm it.
His memories flashed back to a long time ago, when they were still in Ah Jiao's Room.
In the winter, her face was red from the cold and her hands were cold. She ran over. "Brother Ying, which part of your body is the warmest?"
"What?" He didn't understand.
She pounced on him, her hands slipping under his shirt. "My stomach is the warmest right? But Brother Ying, your stomach is so hard. Are these abs? One pack, two packs, three packs … seven packs, eight packs … Brother Ying, you have an eight pack."
Her soft little fingers poked at his abs, and she smiled at him with her eyes curved into a smile.
His waist was numb from her poking and his handsome face was red. He was 18 years old that year, he knew everything he needed to know.
"Lingling, don't move!" He quickly pressed her hand down.
"Oh." She stopped moving, she was very obedient.
He slowly placed his hand on her slender waist and gently pulled her into his embrace.
In the winter, they snuggled together for warmth.
Xuan Ying woke up from those memories, lowering his eyes to look at the beautiful face in his arms. He bent over and kissed the hair by her ear, saying in a low voice, "I wanted to tell you that the warmest part of my body isn't there, it's here …"
He held her soft hand, moving it downwards slowly …
Feng Lingxue hadn't woken up yet, but her cold body was slowly warming up.
Xuan Ying lowered his head, kissing her red lips.
He didn't dare to kiss her back then, he didn't dare to touch her. His body would always move away, afraid that she would see it.
At night, he would lock himself in the room and do it himself.
At the last moment, he couldn't help but call her name. "Lingling … Lingling!"
He had missed her for many years.
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