The concubine is enchanting: the favorite princess

Chapter 178 Why Are You So Gentle?
Feng Yao only has a moonlight white gauze shirt on his body now, although there is no candlelight, the gauze is soft and bright, and it makes the snow-white skin appear hazy against the background.In addition, the sultry neck and protruding collarbone were especially alluring when the clothes were torn apart by the sweltering heat just now.

Feng Yao put down the round fan in his hand and gathered up his clothes first, then poked his head and looked carefully at the corner of the wall that cast his gaze.

But Fengyao's bedroom is too big, even if he usually lights a candle, it may not be able to illuminate such a far corner.What's more, now that the candles are not on, and the moonlight is mostly covered by the window paper, it is even more difficult to see whether there is anyone there or whether it is Feng Yao's illusion.

Feng Yao took a deep breath, stood up bravely, did not wear shoes, but took two steps in that direction cautiously with bare feet.

She wasn't really bold, but somehow she wasn't very scared in her heart, she just vaguely felt that the gaze was a bit strange, but she couldn't be sure.

After taking two steps, Feng Yao didn't see it clearly, then walked a few more steps and Feng Yao looked intently, there was a person sitting in the vague corner of the wall.The man had one leg bent and the other straight, his back pressed against the corner of the wall, motionless.A pair of eyes flickered slightly in the corner, like a bright star.

Feng Yao's heart trembled, and he called softly: "Moli?"

"Well, it's me." Sure enough, it was Moli's voice, but it was low and hoarse.And as soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Yao immediately smelled the smell of alcohol, it was faint and not obvious, it should be after drinking for a long time.He didn't open his mouth, no matter how sharp his nose was, he didn't smell it.

Feng Yao pursed his lips tightly and didn't come any closer.This distance can't see Mo Li's appearance, but she trembles in her heart, as if she thinks he is not well.Because Feng Yao remembered that Mo Li said that he never drank alcohol.

"I'll leave after sitting down." Mo Li's voice was a little tired, and he didn't speak again after saying that.

Feng Yao stood still a few steps away from him, and he could no longer smell the alcohol in his mouth, nor could he see his star-like eyes, obviously he didn't want to talk, so he closed his eyes.

Feng Yao began to bite her lips, she likes to bite her lips when she is in trouble.He bit his lip until a place was broken, hissing in pain, and then he took another step, and asked softly, "How long have you been sitting here?"

The window was bolted shut and the door latch was dropped, and Feng Yao hadn't fallen asleep, and she didn't hear any unusual noises, so she was sure that Mo Li was here before closing the window.But when did he come, Feng Yao didn't know.

"It's been a long time." Mo Li said three words in a non-enthusiastic way, and then there was silence again.

Feng Yao squeezed the lapel tightly with one hand, and took two steps forward.This time, he finally saw Moli's figure clearly in the darkness.He has changed into a purple Confucian shirt, and his hair is tied up high; his head is leaned back against the wall, and the protruding Adam's apple on his neck can be seen more clearly.

And with his slightly rough breathing, he could see the Adam's apple on his neck moving up and down, as if... thirsty?
Feng Yao bit his lower lip again, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his lip.Sighing, he turned to the table, poured a glass of water and returned, and handed it to Mo Li with one hand.

Mo Li didn't move, he didn't lift his eyelids.

But Feng Yao knew that it was impossible for him not to hear the sound of pouring water.So he doesn't want to pick it up?Feng Yao sneered, threw the glass of water over with a wave of his hand, then turned and left.

"Yao'er..." Mo Li said hoarsely, leaned forward and moved a bit, but the outstretched hand was half a beat slow, and did not grab Feng Yao's sleeve.Just watched Feng Yao put the empty water glass in his hand on the table, and continued to walk to the bed.

Mo Liteng got up, strode towards Feng Yao and chased after her.When Feng Yao heard the footsteps behind him and turned his head, he saw that Mo Li was behind him, stretched out his long arms, and pulled Feng Yao into his arms.

"Ah, let go." Feng Yao screamed, struggling hard.But Moli was not willing to let go, he just hugged him tighter and tighter.

"It's all wet by you." Feng Yao struggled again, calling out the reason in a low voice.

Mo Li's body froze, and then he loosened his arms.But he suddenly hugged Feng Yao horizontally again, and walked towards the bed with big strides.

Feng Yao was bluffed by him, his whole body stiffened immediately, he was so dazed that he didn't dare to move.It's not that I'm afraid of him, but that there is some kind of hurt and distress in his eyes at this moment.

Feng Yao was so obediently put on the bed by Moli, but instead of laying down on her back, she leaned over and let her sit on the edge of the bed, and then Moli also sat down.Sitting on the ottoman under Feng Yao's bed, with one knee bent, he leaned his back against the edge of the bed and took a few breaths.

Feng Yao was a little strange, he used to hold himself to avoid the colliding carriage covered in wounds, but now he was out of breath after walking a few steps?
But seeing Mo Li gasping for breath, he turned around again, grabbed Feng Yao's ankle with his big hand, pulled his sleeve over and wiped the soles of her feet.After wiping one and changing another, the action is a little stiff, but it is really gentle.

Feng Yao remained motionless, let Mo Li use his sleeve to wipe off the dust from her bare feet on the ground, and then asked softly, "Why drink?"

"Because I can't drink enough." Mo Li's voice was too hoarse, but he seemed to be smiling when he heard the last word.

"So you got yourself drunk and ran to me to drink and go crazy?" Feng Yao's tone was still light, and there was no trace of blame or reprimand.

"No." Mo Li took a few more breaths, this time obviously thicker and more anxious than before.You can even hear the rale in his throat.

Feng Yao frowned, subconsciously wanting lips, but Mo Li said, "Don't bite anymore."

Feng Yao laughed, and then said: "I'm going to light some incense, so I can hangover."

"Put on your shoes." Mo Li instructed.

Feng Yao didn't answer, but still hooked the embroidered shoes with the tip of his toes, and slipped a pair of white feet into the shoes.But before he got up, Moli's big hand stretched out again, grabbed Feng Yao's ankle again, lifted the heel of the shoe she was stepping on, and then let go.

Feng Yao sighed, stomped on the ground, shook his head helplessly and smiled.What does he mean by this?He sneaked in through the window, showing such tenderness and consideration.But in fact, the two had handed over the letter of divorce a long time ago, and there was no relationship at all.Or is it in response to the old saying "a wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than a thief"?
Feng Yao walked to the cabinet where the spices were kept, opened a drawer and searched for a while.Because it was too dark to see clearly, I had to take out a few incense sticks that I thought were true, and sniff them to confirm.

Although it was troublesome, Feng Yao didn't intend to light the lamp, because she was afraid that seeing him look too real would cause confusion in her heart.And this kind of feeling, Feng Yao only had a flash, and then quietly disappeared.

When the quiet aroma ignited, Feng Yao sat back on the side of the bed, and Mo Li was still sitting on the footbed.The two sat there in silence for a long time.

　The second update today, the box continues to work hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)