The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The purple sleeves and the red sleeves were scattered together, soaked in the faint smell of wine, it was indescribably hazy.

"Why are you drinking?" Qiongying asked.

"I'm not feeling well, are you still angry with me?" Qing Jun looked at her disappointedly, and asked in awe.

"No more, don't mess around in the future."

"I didn't, I was just afraid that you would stop talking to me." Qing Jun suddenly grabbed her sleeve tightly, as if afraid that she would leave.

"Why would I ignore you." Qiong Ying stretched out her hand, stroked his brow lightly, and said quietly.

"Really?" Qing Jun leaned forward, felt her touch, looked at her clearly, I don't know if it was because of drinking, or something, he couldn't help it.

"I'm your sister, how can I ignore you."

"If..." Qing Jun froze, what if not?She knew it wasn't, he hated being a substitute so much, he was the one and only king!

"What if?" Qiongying asked.

"I don't want to call you sister, I don't want to be your brother, I like you, it's between a man and a woman..."

Qing Jun suddenly leaned forward, put his head on her shoulder, and then there was no sound. For some reason, he couldn't continue, probably because he could clearly feel the burning sensation on his face and the unstoppable heartbeat, It was completely beyond his expectations and made him scared and nervous.

Qiongying frowned slightly, and pushed Qingjun, but he couldn't push it away, he seemed to be asleep.

Qingjun looked at the darkness in the distance, rested his chin on her shoulder, pressed his cheek against her hair, smelled the fragrance of her hair, but was unwilling to leave.

"Qingjun, you are drunk." Qiongying said in a deep voice, pushing him away.

"No, I'm not drunk, I really like you..." Qing Jun immediately reached out to hug her, he was betting that she would not be willing to reject him.

"You can't like me!" Qiong Ying was slightly annoyed.

"Why? What's wrong with me? Could it be that your kindness to me is all fake?" Qing Jun trembled slightly, and wrapped his hands tightly around her waist. This feeling was too strange, more frightening than fear, As if everything was about to be lost.

"I'm your sister, how can you like me." Qiongying's face turned cold.

"I don't care, I like you, and you like me too, okay?" Qing Jun's voice was a little hoarse, tears fell from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, his body trembled slightly, his heart twitched, he was confused, this feeling was very uncomfortable good!not like this!

"No, be good, I'm your sister!" Qiongying said coldly, shaking off his hand.

"No, don't push me away, we're not real siblings anyway..." Qing Jun cried, he couldn't tell what the situation was, and all his reason and plans were beyond his control.

"I know!" Qiong Ying suddenly and coldly pushed him away with such force that he almost fell down.

One of Qingjun's hands was still tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, there were tears in the corner of her eyes, and she looked at her with a hurt face. This was the second time she looked at him with such cold eyes, so heartless and heart-piercing. .

"Be obedient, let go." Qiongying's tone slowed down, but there was still no warmth.

"Don't be angry, I'm just..." Qing Jun reluctantly let go of the corner of her clothes, her eyes were slightly red, as if she was about to cry at any time.

"It's late at night, go back to sleep, don't mess around." Qiongying said in a deep voice, got up and left after speaking.

"Don't go, okay..." Qing Jun yelled at her back, like the whining of a small animal.

What was waiting was her walking back and the sound of her disappearing footsteps.

The room was deserted and gloomy, and the red Chinese clothes became even darker red, as if it had been decayed and withered after its heyday.

Qing Jun leaned against the pillar, curled up, his whole body was cold, he lost, maybe she no longer valued him, and might even throw him away.

So many years of hard work may soon be in vain. Losing power is equivalent to losing everything. Only by standing higher can he do whatever he wants. He has no way out, and he cannot return to the original point!

"Young Master, it's late at night, do you want to go to bed?" Two maids came in cautiously and asked in fear.

"Get out!" Qing Jun raised his head suddenly and said coldly.

"Slave, servant girl, please leave." The maid shuddered and ran out for her life. The young master's eyes were bloodshot and icy cold, as if he could kill someone.