After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

The only two times she and Xie Lang had close contact were when she was drunk and at night when no one was around.

Wen Hemian could have regarded these two times as the impulsiveness and recklessness of a young man, and could have kept silent about it afterwards and pretended that nothing had happened.

But this time it didn't work.

When Xie Lang was sober, he used his actions to clearly tear apart the barrier between them that was so thin that it couldn't be thinner. Perhaps he was also telling her that there was no going back, nothing could go back.

It was Wen Hemian who taught him how to grow up, it was she who sent him to learn martial arts, and she watched him grow up little by little. Now, this rebellious wolf cub finally couldn't help but bare his fangs at her.

Their lips and teeth touched each other, carrying with them a faint and strange fragrance. The force was very strong, grinding over his lips as if to vent his energy, making Wen Hemian almost unable to breathe.

She was aware of the hidden anger in Xie Lang, and was almost wrapped in his hot breath. Seeing that she couldn't push him away, she finally hardened her heart and bit back.

Xie Lang felt pain, and Wen Hemian found an opportunity to push him away. He raised his hand to block the two of them, not allowing him to get any closer.

Her breath was a little uneven, and her voice was trembling: "Xie Lang... do you know what you are doing!?"

Xie Lang didn't speak at first.

A dark and deep gaze fell on Wen Hemian.

Because of the kiss just now, her lips were still red, soft and moist, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, which made her look inexplicably gorgeous. Her eyes, which had always been calm and peaceful, were now stained with water vapor, and she didn't know if it was because of anger or something else, but her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

It makes people feel easy to bully.

But Xie Lang knew that she was not as easy to bully as she appeared.

Wen Hemian waited for a long time but received no answer. The situation at the moment was really unspeakable, so she turned her head away and avoided the other person's gaze.

Just as I said this, I heard a low laugh: "Of course I know what I'm doing."

"I know it very well and I understand it very well."

Xie Lang's voice was very calm, with a hint of coldness. He lowered his eyes, and placed his fingertips on the woman's cheek, stroking it gently. The last word of his voice suddenly dropped: "...I have never forgotten it."

"I waited for you to come back in the capital with great anticipation, but what did I get?... I got you to plan your own death long ago, and I got you to fall off a cliff in front of me..."

"Wen Hemian, have you really considered my feelings at all?"

If all the previous speculations could have been coincidences, then the moment Wen Hemian appeared, everything was confirmed.

It was as if there was a ball of raging fire in Xie Lang's chest, with no place to vent, but he was reluctant to let the person in front of him get hurt.

This was the only way he could make Wen Hemian feel how miserable his life was.

"You clearly... promised to accompany me..."

Feeling the slightly cool liquid falling on her neck, Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment. She came to her senses and suddenly realized that it was Xie Lang crying.

"I just……"

After thinking for a long time, Wen Hemian still couldn't think of how to explain it.

There's no way to explain it.

Xie Lang has told everything.

The trip to Jianghuai was indeed an accident, but it was also true that she had planned her own death.

The emperor had just assumed power, and there were many people in the court who were ready to make moves. Xie Lang needed a reason to clean them out. Coincidentally, she also needed a reason to leave, so she went with the flow and did just that.

Who would have thought that the system would shake it back a few years later.

She sighed: "Just be your emperor, isn't it good?"

Xie Lang stared at her with red eyes, and said word by word: "No, OK."

not good at all.

She wished him a long life and happiness every year.

But after she left, how could he still look forward to spring?

Wen Hemian didn't hold back just now, and Xie Lang was bitten hard on the lips, but he didn't seem to care much. His chest was burning hot, trapping Wen Hemian tightly between him and the bed.

Wen Hemian had never faced such an embarrassing situation, let alone with her own students. She slowly calmed down in her mind: "Let go, are you going to keep me trapped here?"

She felt guilty, but that didn't mean she could give herself up.

Xie Lang's move was indeed a bit too much.

Hearing this, Xie Lang continued to laugh, his tone soft as if he was acting coquettishly: "It's not impossible, will Han Shuang be angry?"

The contrast between the two made Wen Hemian stunned. She suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in her heart: "Xie Lang, are you crazy?"

Xie Lang raised his lips, not ashamed, but proud: "Yes, I am just going crazy."

His voice was low and slow. He had been firmly in the upper hand since they met again, but now he was shaking uncontrollably: "Haven't you ever thought about it?"

Wen Hemian was completely speechless.

Didn't she think about it? She wanted it.

It can even be said that this reason was the last straw that made her decide to leave.

Long before, she had already seen the paranoia and desire buried deep in Xie Lang's bones. Not wanting him to get stuck in a relationship that was doomed to be unrequited, she decided to kill time.

Now it seems that it has failed completely.

Wen Hemian blinked his eyes for a long time, and finally said slowly and softly: "I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear your apology."

Xie Lang's voice was somewhat cold and hard. He finally sat up and let go of Wen Hemian.

However, his gaze always stayed on Wen Hemian and never moved away. The corners of his eyes were still slightly red, and he looked a little crazy.

"You should have heard the rumors in the capital. I am indeed a tyrant."

Xie Lang smiled with an ambiguous tone.

"I know that the Grand Master is skilled in martial arts and has a way to break free of the chains and leave, but there are people in the palace that you care about, so they may not be able to escape unscathed."

The feeling just now was too passive. Wen Hemian quickly stood up and leaned back to increase the distance between the two of them. Her heart sank when she heard this. She stared at Xie Lang as if she was looking at a stranger: "Your Majesty, are you threatening me?"

It's so different. The kid who used to act cute and soft now says these cold words with an expressionless face. The sense of oppression and deterrence is too strong. Even someone as calm as Wen Hemian is a little unsure.

Xie Lang looked away: "It's just the facts. As long as you stay with me, I won't make things difficult for them."

Xie Lang never denied his despicable behavior. He knew that Wen Hemian was soft-hearted and that she cared about the people around her. These were enough to keep her.

But at the same time, he felt a kind of jealousy that he couldn't suppress. Why could others keep her but he couldn't?

The two conflicting emotions intertwined together and almost drove him crazy.

Xie Lang lowered his voice: "Lai Xi is here, and there are people from the palace, you can use them as you wish..."

He paused and said, "As long as you don't think about leaving me, anything is fine."