Chapter 146: What do you want to do with Niangqin?
Inside the room, only Di Ming Jue and a still-sleeping Muyan are left behind.
He sits down on the bed, staring fixedly at the girl’s sleeping countenance. The usually cold and harsh light inside his eyes slowly becomes softer and gentler, becoming even more obsessive.
His fingers hover over those absolutely beautiful features, poetic and picturesque, wanting to caress them. But he remembers her complaints against him back in the Ghost City. Annoyed, his hands remain hanging in the air.
Muyan’s skin is so delicate, so exquisite, like it could break if he touches it. If she gets hurt again from the touch, what’s to be done if she wakes up with a start?
Di Ming Jue slightly knits his brows.
A part of him thinks of his ident.i.ty. Isn’t it heaven’s law and earth’s principle to touch the woman that he likes?
Another part of him remembers Muyan’s angry look in the Ghost City and once again, he grows apprehensive in his mind, and the hand suspended in the air doesn’t move.
The doctor’s words suddenly echo in his ears, ‘your lady doesn’t have anything serious.’
Muyan, his lady, his wife.
Di Ming Jue’s ears are slightly hot, and there’s an inexplicable happiness bubbling over in his heart.
His gaze slowly moves, from Muyan’s jet-black hair, her smooth and bright forehead, to her thick and long lashes, her upturned jade-like nose, and slowly reaching those pale pink petal lips.
Even after a long time, he still remembers the sweet taste of those lips.
Every day and every night, haunting his dreams and enticing his soul, thirsting to get another taste of that most fragrant ambrosia.
Even though he promised Muyan that he will pursue her until she’s hopelessly in love with him,
But since it’s already a foreordained conclusion, him exercising a little of his powers as a husband in advance, isn’t that simply as it should be by his rights?
Di Ming Jue’s ears are slightly red, and his heart is burning hot.
A hand cups Muyan’s face as he slowly bends down, bit by bit, ever so slowly getting closer to those lips that he had been longing for, for so long.
A powerful Mysterious Energy suddenly strikes, coming from between him and Muyan.
Di Ming Jue is caught off guard, and is actually pushed back several steps by that force.
Having his soft indulgence cut short, Di Ming Jue’s face is simply unsightly and murderous.
His frosty gaze looks towards the edge of the bed, to the first one to bury funerary dolls* and bother him and Muyan.
originator of an evil practice There’s a small boy, barely taller than the edge of the bed, guarding in front of Muyan and coldly glaring towards him.
The handsome little face is taut; and a pair of ice-blue pupils, that are exactly the same as Di Ming Jue’s, are filled with vigilance and alertness.
“What do you want to do with niangqin?”
The small childish voice is frosty, filled with the coldness to a stranger. That imposing manner is unexpectedly more formidable than an adult who had been sitting in a position of power for a long time.
After he says that however, Xiao Bao doesn’t care about Di Ming Jue anymore.
Instead, he impatiently turns to look towards Muyan who is lying down on the bed.
He sees the appearance of the beautiful person in front of him: her complexion is so white, it’s almost transparent. Even the originally captivatingly red lips are also as white as paper. The long lashes are hanging low, so still, like she’s never going to wake up.
The rim of Xiao Bao’s eyes immediately turn red. He clutches on Muyan’s finger and his very small body slightly trembles.
Endless panic and fear rushes into his mind.
However, he’s never been a child who bawls when he cries. So he just leans against the bedside and makes soft and feeble calls, like a cub’s whine, “Niangqin, niangqin… don’t leave Xiao Bao… Xiao Bao will be good…”
Lying on the bed, Muyan seems to have sensed something, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly.
Di Ming Jue frowns, and with a cold ‘hmph’, he picks Xiao Bao up by the collar, and turns around to walk outside.
“Let me go!!”