GBP Chapter 280 Su Yingxue was stunned by the question of one sentence, who?
Chapter 280 Su Yingxue was stunned by the question of one sentence, who?
Mo Yunsheng held Su Yingxue in his arms. Although she was so beautiful and tender, he was wearing a simple white shirt and his eyes were gentle as water, but they could not hide the desolation and sadness in them.
"Prince Chu, why are you here?"
Mo Yunsheng looked ahead and seemed to speak in surprise.
Su Yingxue was pretending to be dizzy, but when she heard the name, her mind instantly became clear as if it was a conditioned reaction.
Oh my God, if that hot-tempered little wolf cub found out that Mo Yunsheng was holding her like this, who knows what he would do to her.
Su Yingxue woke up instantly, opened her eyes, and said to Yun Sheng with a smile, "Brother Mo, I don't know why I suddenly fainted and woke up. Can you please let me down?"
The moment Su Yingxue opened her eyes, she looked around anxiously, but found that there was no sign of Chu Xingchen at all. Then she met a pair of dark, murky eyes.
Su Yingxue sighed in her heart, oh no, she’d fallen into a trap.
Mo Yunsheng understood Su Yingxue's subtle thoughts perfectly. His face was as cold as ice, his eyes dark and unclear, his gaze like a torch, his sharp gaze locked on her. Even his voice was unusually cold as he said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, are you not dizzy anymore?"
Mo Yunsheng did not put her down, but instead increased the strength of his hold on her. As a result, she felt that she was forced to get closer to him under the restraint of his iron arms.
Su Yingxue now clearly understood the hidden meaning in Mo Yunsheng's words. Her face flushed, and she felt embarrassed to have her thoughts discovered by the person in front of her.
"Brother Mo, I was wrong." Su Yingxue lowered her head and sighed. She couldn't deceive him, and she was not as smart as the person in front of her. She might as well admit her mistake.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Yunsheng didn't buy her tricks, and acted a bit arrogant and cold, just like a banished immortal, like the God of the Moon.
"Good brother, please forgive me this time and let me down, okay?"
"Next time, next time I will never pretend to be faint." Su Yingxue blushed, looked into his cold eyes, and requested softly.
"Do you want there to be a next time?" Mo Yunsheng stared at her with cold eyes, his face still looking as if covered with a layer of frost, no longer as gentle as before.
"I dare not," Su Yingxue raised her hand to swear, and was forced to coax the man in front of her with soft words, "Good brother, how dare there be a next time? Please forgive me this time!"
Hearing this, Mo Yunsheng's eyes gradually warmed from coldness, and then became gentle, but he was still unwilling to let her go.
The carriage happened to stop in front of them, so he held her in his arms and got on.
In the narrow carriage, Mo Yunsheng held her in his arms, and the strength in his hands did not decrease at all. Su Yingxue struggled a few times, but found that this thin-looking scholar was very strong and she could not break free at all.
The carriage moved slowly, and she was forced to lock herself in his arms. His eyes were dark and cold, with a hint of obscurity.
Mo Yunsheng's arms locked her waist tightly. Now at such a close distance, Su Yingxue could feel the pleasant cool fragrance from his body and the hot breath spraying on her face, which made her feel itchy and hot.
"Good brother, I won't faint again. Please put me down." Su Yingxue had a depressed face. She felt that she had really shot herself in the foot.
"Remember?" Mo Yunsheng heard this and thought of this man's reaction when he heard the three words "Prince Chu". His face became even colder.
It turned out that Her Royal Highness the Princess was indeed a romantic princess. This romantic debt between them was just as the rumors said. It turned out that he was really her lover.
Thinking of this, Mo Yunsheng's eyes turned a little colder. He withdrew his hand and let her go.
Su Yingxue hurriedly climbed up from him, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she wanted to sit aside.
But even faster was Mo Yunsheng's hand. He stretched out his iron arm and tightly clamped Su Yingxue's slender wrist. With a strong force, he pulled her back and she fell into his arms in another position.
Su Yingxue had never expected that Mo Yunsheng, who was usually so bright and cheerful, would look like this when he got angry.
Mo Yunsheng reached out and lifted her chin. Facing her rosy and delicate face, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, now that you are awake, do you have any response to what I said?"
Mo Yunsheng imprisoned her, blocking all of Su Yingxue's escape routes. His face approached her, and he stopped not far from her, questioning her loudly, not allowing her to play dumb.
Su Yingxue had never seen Mo Yunsheng so domineering, unreasonable, and a little cold, and he would not allow her to escape. His gaze and breath were a little hot, and she had nowhere to escape.
"Good brother, let me get up." Su Yingxue turned her head slightly, and his breath sprayed on her face, itchy and with his body fragrance.
Su Yingxue had no choice but to give in. After all, it was her fault that led to all the wrong steps.
She thought that a modest gentleman like him was a flower on the mountaintop who valued propriety and kept his integrity. However, she didn't know that even a flower on the mountaintop could fall to the ground, tearing off the propriety and morality and falling into the world of vulgarity.
She was the first to fall into his arms. She really brought this upon herself, so she had no choice but to coax the man in front of her.
"I won't let go." Mo Yunsheng felt sad and irritated at the moment. He knew that she had someone else in her heart, but he was also angry that she had provoked him first, but now she had gotten rid of him first, leaving him to struggle in the love web.
At this moment, he really didn't want to let go.
I don't want to retreat to the point of no return.
Screw his friends, screw his boundaries, since that man can serve her as a lover, why can't he be her servant.
How come she is only romantic towards that man, and is pure and indifferent to herself?
When Mo Yunsheng thought of this, his eyes darkened and were filled with anger.
"If Your Highness doesn't give an accurate answer today, Yun Sheng will not let Your Highness go even a little bit."
"If I let His Highness go, His Highness will just avoid Yun Sheng or push me to someone else."
Mo Yunsheng thought about what she had done in the past, and the anger in his heart seemed to be igniting the last bit of rationality in his heart.
If he doesn't fight for himself, she will never want to face him in her life.
After all, that person is gone and will never come back. What does it matter if she still has him in her heart?
Since that man had won her heart, he could always fight and fight to win her heart back, right? He couldn't just do nothing all his life and die without being by her side?
Mo Yunsheng couldn't accept not having her in his life, so if she took a step back, he would take a step forward.
She had already distanced herself from him, and if he stopped fighting for her, they would probably end up never seeing each other again. He couldn't do that.
Su Yingxue was shocked when she heard this. Is this still the Mo Yunsheng she knew?
"Brother Mo," Su Yingxue was about to comfort him, but the next moment, the world spun around, and he held her between his arms and the wall of the carriage.
Suddenly, a handsome face enlarged in front of Su Yingxue. His jade-like features were handsome, and his eyes were paranoid and scorching. He asked her in a hoarse voice, as if to seduce and question, "Did he kiss you?"
Su Yingxue was stunned by the question, who?
When she reacted, Su Yingxue's face flushed. Her shy look caught his eyes and hurt his heart for no reason.
"Is that how you kiss?"
The blazing fury in Mo Yunsheng's eyes burned through his rationality, and he finally silenced her screams and struggles, even her flailing hands. It turned out that Duan Fang, a banished immortal, had fallen from the altar, a flower from the high mountains, fallen into the mortal world, and he was so overbearing.