The assassin's princess is actually my aunt

"Wow...my neck is sore, Qian Wushang, my neck hurts"

Leng Xinmo sat on the ground, looking up at Qian Wushang all the time.

He started to make a scene unhappily.

Qian Wushang immediately squatted down, put one hand on the back of Leng Xinmo's neck, and kneaded it gently.

He placed the soup bowl to Leng Xinmo's lips with one hand, wanting to feed him some.

Leng Xinmo turned his head away and groaned, "No!"

Qian Wushang said in a deep voice: "Drink soup"

Leng Xinmo's eyes were filled with tears, and he said aggrievedly: "Hot...Qian Wushang, are you going to burn me to death?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Wushang immediately retracted the soup bowl. It was clearly not hot at all in his hand.

But I'm still worried whether Leng Xinmo will really be burned.

Qian Wushang placed the soup bowl to his lips and leaned against it.

I felt it and it’s not hot!

He blew on it again out of concern, and placed it against Leng Xinmo's lips again.

In an extremely gentle tone, he said, "It's not hot anymore, Mo'er, try it."

Leng Xinmo shook his head and refused to drink the soup: "No, you were rude to me just now. It was obviously hot, but you still asked me to drink it!

Are you going to burn me to death? Then you will be happy!"

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Qian Wushang has been fighting on the battlefield for ten years, and countless souls have died under his Netherworld Sword.

But now I am also worried that the person in front of me will casually say the word "death".

But when facing a drunk person, it is impossible to talk about any big principles.

Qian Wushang patiently blew on it again, stirred it twice with a spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup and handed it to Leng Xinmo's lips.

"Mo'er, it won't be hot this time, be good..."

Leng Xinmo took a sip and leaned forward.

Qian Wushang was startled, but he had no free hands to catch the person who suddenly pounced on him.

He had no choice but to open his arms and firmly support the fallen Leng Xinmo with his chest.

When their lips touched, Qian Wushang also tasted the soup in Leng Xinmo's mouth that he had not yet had time to swallow.

Leng Xinmo grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Qian Wushang, you stole my soup."

A sentence that he said without realizing it made Qian Wushang tense up all over.

Qian Wushang's eyes dimmed and he put down the bowl and spoon in his hands.

He held Leng Xinmo's waist with one hand and supported the back of his head with the other.

He pulled her close and kissed her fiercely.

"Well......"

Leng Xinmo's protest was futile, and he was powerless to struggle. Qian Wushang held him in his arms and kissed him wantonly.

Qian Wushang wanted to tell himself in this way that the girl was still in his arms at this moment.

He can have the person in his arms for his whole life.

A long time passed, so long that Leng Xinmo felt that his vision was a little blurry and his brain was no longer able to function.

Her whole body leaned softly in Qian Wushang's arms.

The person was clearly in his arms, but Qian Wushang felt that if he didn't hold her tighter, she would disappear.

Qian Wushang began to panic and his grip tightened.

"It hurts..." Leng Xinmo groaned.

Qian Wushang immediately loosened his grip, but did not completely let go of the person.

Leng Xinmo wanted to get up but failed, so he simply found a comfortable position in Qian Wushang's arms and leaned against it.

"Qian Wushang, your Crown Princess bullied me today! Do you care?"

Leng Xinmo's alcohol had faded a little, but he still spoke with a nasal tone.

Qian Wushang held Leng Xinmo and sat on the ground.

He placed his palm on Leng Xinmo's back and slowly channeled his internal energy into him to make him feel a little more comfortable.

After listening to what Leng Xinmo said, he thought of what Yue'er told him that happened during the day.

A hint of murderous intent appeared in Qian Wushang's eyes.

Leng Xinmo struggled and resisted Qian Wushang.

Qian Wushang gently supported Leng Xinmo and said helplessly: "Don't move, you drank so much and you're still not honest!"

"Qian Wushang, you already have a Crown Princess! Aren't you going to accompany your Crown Princess?"

Leng Xinmo pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and put it against Qian Wushang's neck.

It was clearly an act of domineering and threatening, but the hint of grievance in his voice was so obvious.

Ignore the cold dagger that was against his vulnerable part.

Qian Wushang felt extremely conflicted at this moment.

He naturally hoped that Mo'er would be jealous of him, but when Mo'er was really upset because of him, he felt so distressed that he didn't know what to do.

"There is no Crown Princess, no one else, only you!" Qian Wushang said with great care.

He didn't care that the dagger in Leng Xinmo's hand had already cut his skin due to the trembling.

Looking at Leng Xinmo's misty eyes, it seemed as if he wanted to see through those eyes.

Convey his deep attachment and persistence to the person in front of him.

Leng Xinmo is not a heavy drinker. Although he had a good alcohol tolerance in his previous life, it was only for the purpose of missions.

It can be said that everything she learned in the twelve years of her previous life was for the purpose of better completing the task.

Since coming to another world, he had to get close to Qian Wushang in order to find the whereabouts of the Panlong Lingwang Ring from him.

But as she has come to this point, the memories of her past life have become increasingly faint in her mind.

And in her mind, there seemed to be many more memories that did not belong to her.

She was even a little confused. Who was she? Leng Xinmo? Or Qian Yunuo?