mtlumby2d Chapter 115 He didn't want to be alone...
Chapter 115 He didn't want to be alone...
He clearly thought he was dreaming.
After a while, the bowl of porridge was empty, and Shen Mo carefully wiped Shen Qingqing's mouth.
Her pink lips were soft; if you accidentally touched them with your fingertip, her ears would turn red as well.
He slowed his movements, afraid of hurting Shen Qingqing.
The original owner's body was too delicate; even with the slightest effort, a faint red mark would remain on the corner of her mouth.
As his breath drew near, the red mark reminded Shen Mo of what had happened the previous night, drawing him in once again.
【Host! 】
Host, what am I seeing? No way!
The male lead dares to be so open and aboveboard; is he going to kiss the host?
It can tell that the male protagonist cares about the host; any normal person could tell that.
However, it cannot be determined whether the male protagonist likes the host.
People like Shen Mo (Mo Jing), and the previous mission targets, didn't feel much affection for their hosts, but rather a desire to possess them.
Xiao Lan doesn't know why, but whenever the host appears, the task target is attracted. Xiao Lan deduced this from the patterns in these worlds.
Whether Shen Mo likes Shen Qingqing, the answer is no.
His feelings for Shen Qingqing were merely possessive, like curiosity—curious about what she would become.
I'm curious how she'll treat herself. I'm curious if she can really redeem herself?
Or perhaps he just wants to bring her down with him, to make her like him, to stay with him forever.
He didn't want to be alone...
If this is called liking, then it is liking, but what Shen Mo wants is far more than just liking…
Shen Qingqing slept until the afternoon. When she got out of bed, her head was covered in two messy clumps, clearly indicating that she had been rolling around on the bed.
She first stretched out one foot, then the other, and slowly slid off the bed.
This movement was so smooth that it shocked Xiaolan for a whole day. When did the host unlock this new movement?
"Qingqing?"
Shen Qingqing squatted on the ground like a little mushroom, and only realized that someone was in the house when she heard the sound.
【what? 】
How could there be someone here? Where is she now? What should she do now? By the way, how did she get down here?
Shen Mo actually quite liked her blank expression.
My brain was working at high speed, but suddenly, it froze.
Take a break, you're too tired.
Shen Qingqing: Brain, turn it!
Sometimes Shen Qingqing wanted to complain, since her body wouldn't listen to her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
When she came to her senses, she was already sitting in front of the dressing mirror, looking at herself in the mirror.
Eyes, don't look, that's not you!
How did she sleep last night? She slept like that.
The key point is that Shen Mo didn't leave; he stayed here and even picked up a comb from the table and skillfully combed his hair.
Long hair, which was common among women in ancient times, caused Shen Qingqing a great deal of trouble.
For example, right now, she really wants to grab a comb and comb her hair herself, but she has too much hair and her hands are too small.
In addition, the hairstyles of ancient ladies were extremely complicated, and even after looking at them a hundred times, she still couldn't get them right.
After a stick of incense.
[Host, this hairstyle is absolutely perfect!]
If it weren't for the first time seeing it, I really wouldn't believe it.
I used to think that the male protagonist's omnipotence was just a legend, but now it seems that the legend is nothing more than that.
"Qingqing, is it pretty?"
A tingling sound reached Shen Qingqing's ears.
Shen Qingqing nodded. She was much better than her; her skills were comparable to Xiao Cui's.
"From now on, I'll be in charge of Qingqing's hair, and no one else can..."
Shen Qingqing nodded.
After clicking, she realized something was wrong. She was used to clicking without thinking. She turned her head and met Shen Mo's eyes.
Um, could she retract her nod?
"You can't go back on your word."
It seems unlikely...
On this day, outside the Prime Minister's residence.
A man, about fourteen years old, wore a moon-white brocade robe with several lifelike green bamboos embroidered on it.
The white jade crown tied his hair up, with a few strands falling in front of his forehead, giving him a youthful look.
He was followed by several guards, whose attire did not resemble that of locals.
He had an extraordinary bearing; one could tell his status was different just by looking at the fabric of his clothes. The servants quickly informed him.
They can't afford to offend important people.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jing immediately went out to greet him.
"Master Prime Minister!"
"Young Yan!"
"Why call me 'sir'? Call me 'grandpa' instead. That sounds too formal."
"It's been years since I last saw you, and you've grown into a handsome young man!" Shen Jing had been a great admirer of Yan Li since childhood.
The reason is simple: he saved Shen Qingqing's life when they were children.
I thought he was a coward, but I never expected him to be so brave at such a young age.
Another point is that Yan Li has a sweet tongue and knows how to make elders happy.
He watched them grow up little by little.
"How has Grand Chancellor been these days?"
Shen Jing smiled and waved his hand, "It's the same old problem, nothing serious."
“This is something I brought back from the Yan Kingdom. I heard that this herb has a miraculous effect on my grandfather’s old injury.”
Several large cabinets were filled with medicinal herbs, along with some other miscellaneous items.
"This is for my little sister Qingqing."
Yan Li's expression turned childlike whenever Shen Qingqing was mentioned.
Shen Jing knew a little about Yan Li's feelings, but those were things from when they were children. He never expected that Yan Li would also like his granddaughter.
"It's thoughtful, it's thoughtful."
His face was full of satisfaction.
"Isn't my little sister Qingqing here?"
After entering, I looked around but couldn't find Shen Qingqing.
He hadn't seen Qingqing for a very long time, and he wondered if she still remembered him.
On the school field.
Shen Qingqing was dragged out of bed early in the morning by Xiao Cui, who said she needed to exercise because she was always getting minor ailments. Of course, Shen Qingqing didn't really want to get up.
Autumn is not as cold as winter, but it is colder than summer. Early in the morning, getting out of bed, who understands the pain of being a modern person?
"Miss, please walk around a bit more; it's warm here."
Bathed in the warm sunshine, Shen Qingqing thought: If only there were a rocking chair, I could lie on it and bask in the sun.
I can't even imagine how comfortable that would be.
"what!"
"Ah!"
A series of loud sounds rang out.
Shen Qingqing glanced at it curiously.
"That's General Shen training new recruits. Would you like to go take a look, Miss?"
"go."
Sure enough, the moment it involved the general, the young lady became determined.
Finally, I can find an excuse not to move.
【. 】
The ranks stood in neat rows, the new recruits holding rifles, firing shot after shot.
Some were practicing horse stance, some were doing push-ups, and some were practicing boxing. Different teams were practicing different things.
Sweat streamed down his face.
No women have ever entered or left this place for many years, so Shen Qingqing's appearance immediately attracted a large number of new recruits.
Shen Qingqing was arguably the most beautiful woman in the capital, and many young men sought her hand in marriage.
Unfortunately, the Prime Minister was overly protective, and no one ever saw what the Prime Minister's daughter looked like.
Shen Mo weaved through the ranks.
"You're moving too slowly, are you trying to do another hundred?"
His tone was flat, and his words were completely devoid of any inflection.
For these greenhorns, casually suggesting making a few hundred more would be a nightmare.
The new recruits dared not look around anymore; they were all energized and dared not slack off in the slightest.
"Hold on, for another hour."
[Lazybones, he's so mean.]
There was no loud talking, no shouting or insults, but the calm tone made it feel like it might be abruptly cut off at any moment.
【? 】