This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 350 Spring Breeze Proud of Horseshoe Disease, Seeing Chang’an Flowers in a Day (64)

The fingers that were fiddling with plum blossoms paused, a dark light flashed in Cheng Qiangong's eyes, and he lowered his eyes silently, his eyelashes trembling.

Pretend to be inadvertent, and it seems to be testing.

"Why did your Highness suddenly ask such a question?"

Shen Yue just suddenly wanted to ask, really wanted to know what was going on in Cheng Qiangong's heart, and she already knew the answer.

After waiting for a while, no one answered, Cheng Qiangong turned his head in doubt, and found that Shen Yue had closed his eyes again, probably not asleep, but just didn't want to answer.

For some reason, Cheng Qiangong subconsciously clenched his hands tightly.

Shen Yue seemed to be a lot colder towards him.

Xi'er didn't drive away in the end, it was Shen Yue who asked him to stay.

At that time, Shen Yue drank a little wine outside, a little tipsy, but not drunk, there was a faint smell of wine on her sleeves.

Not wanting to go to Qingyue Hall, Shen Yue went to her own bedroom. I don't know if it was because she didn't live in it for a long time, but she always felt that it was even more empty than before.

After taking a bath, I didn't feel sleepy at all, so I found a book to read, my forehead was throbbing and painful, and I was extremely irritable.

Roughly rubbing between her eyebrows, that piece of skin was reddened by her rubbing.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard.

Shen Yue was already annoyed, but at this time she was even more annoyed when she saw people, with cold brows and blushing at the end of her long and narrow eyes, she said coldly: "Get out!"

There was a pause in the footsteps, and then he didn't leave in a panic, but stepped forward slowly.

Shen Yue put down her hand, already had the answer in her heart, raised her eyes, and saw Cheng Qiangong who walked in front of her at some time.

Dressed in white, with handsome eyebrows, thin lips tightly pursed, deep and dark eyes as cold as the sea in the middle of the night.

His nose is very sharp, smelling the faint smell of alcohol, his brows furrowed instantly, and his tone became cold involuntarily: "Have you been drinking?"

At this time, Shen Yue looked at the face in front of her without any emotion. She could feel that the heart that had been beating for the person in front of her had stopped, and she should have stopped a long time ago, because she was not cruel enough.

Even now, she is still not cruel enough.

If she was really ruthless, Cheng Qiangong wouldn't be able to stand here properly.

It's boring, everything in this world is boring.

Maybe it's really a little drunk, Shen Yue doesn't want to see this face, and she doesn't even bother to deal with him.

"What's with you?"

Her voice was extremely cold, with a bit of carelessness, Cheng Qiangong's lips were pursed tighter and tighter, and an unknown fire suddenly surged in his heart.

"The imperial doctor said that you have to rest for a few days, don't eat meat, don't touch alcohol, or you will have a headache. Do you not value your own body like this?"

Qingyue's voice has always been gentle and calm, but now it is angry and aggressive.

Hearing Shen Yue's ears was even more noisy, she really felt very annoying, various nominal annoyances, her dark eyes looked at the man indifferently, and her long eyelashes were half-drawn sleepily.

It was cold and gloomy.

It was an expression that she had never shown in front of Cheng Qiangong. She was originally such a person, but she was willing to show her softest side in front of Cheng Qiangong.

At the same time, when you feel bored, you can also take back that soft side.

It's still the same sentence.

It seems that there is nothing to say after that sentence.

"What's with you?"

Cheng Qiangong's eyelids were lifted suddenly, it was cold and gloomy, exuding a cold hostility.

Gritting his teeth, he said every word.

"Shen, Yue!"

Specify the Taoist surname, there is no respect.

The forehead hurt even more, Shen Yue had already closed her eyes, a thin layer of red appeared on her cold white skin, she smiled, dimples looming.

"Are you worried about me? Is it true or false? If I die like this, isn't it just what you want? If you still say these things hypocritically here, who are you talking about?"

Maybe she was really drunk, or just talking nonsense after drinking, Shen Yue seemed to just say it casually, and didn't take it to heart, but those words pierced into Cheng Qiangong's heart like sharp nails, and her face was a little shaky Bai, the hands hidden under the sleeves were clenched and trembling.

"What is the meaning of this, Your Highness?"

Shen Yue closed her eyes, as if she didn't notice anything strange about him at all, with a faint smile on her face, she just said, "That's all."

The few floating words are like the shackles that have been cut off, which have been trapping her all the time, and they were cut off by herself. The process may be painful, but at the moment of cutting off, there is no thought, Although it is empty, it is also relaxed.

She could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

That heart was truly dead still.

Cheng Qiangong didn't say a word, his heart seemed to be crushed by a huge rock, it was either very painful or a little suffocating.

He was a little puzzled, and didn't understand what Shen Yue meant.

Or in other words, he actually understood, but he just didn't want to face it.

"What's all that?" Cheng Qiangong's eyes were terrifyingly black, his voice was cold and hoarse, as if he had been scorched by fire: "Shen Yue, speak clearly."

It is already impossible to say clearly, Shen Yue has closed her eyes and fell into a coma, there is still a trace of a smile at the corner of her mouth, it is very faint, Cheng Qiangong looked at it but it was particularly obtrusive.

Walking forward a few steps, Cheng Qiangong grabbed Shen Yue's shoulders, the corners of his mouth were tight, his eyes were red, anger and ferocious colors appeared on his face, and the veins on his neck bulged.

He fixedly stared at Shen Yue's face, his eyes were like unsheathed sharp knives, his voice was hoarse, as if there were countless rolling fireworks in his chest.

But it was forbearance and restraint.

"Shen Yue, don't sleep, make it clear, tell me clearly, what does that sentence mean?"

"Shen Yue, don't sleep!"

He is like a rabid and violent lion, tearing away the appearance of being approachable and gentle. In the bones of the beast, he is possessive, plundering, and ferocious.

No one answered his question, Shen Yue closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, she couldn't hear Cheng Qiangong's question, even if she heard it, she wouldn't respond.

The incense rose slightly, the charcoal fire was burning hot, the bedroom was silent, only the man's gnashing of teeth roared and questioned echoed, and the lingering sound did not dare to dissipate for a long time.

In this extremely quiet, he felt panic.

As if confirming something, she hurriedly leaned over to kiss Shen Yue's lips, the soft and sweet touch not only did not disappear, but also burned more and more intensely like a fire.

His expression was gloomy, and his heart was like countless fine needles. It was not a gentle and lingering kiss, but a violent possession, even a panicked bite.

Even if she fell into a coma, Shen Yue could still feel the pain.

(End of this chapter)