My Demon Queen

Ye An was stared at by Mo Qingcheng's cold eyes and didn't know what to do. He began to avoid her eyes in panic and didn't dare to look at her. His throat moved and wanted to say something, but he found that his mouth seemed to be glued and he couldn't spit out a word. After a long while, he stammered: "I... I didn't mean it, I just... I was just impulsive." After saying that, his face became redder, as if blood could drip out.

Mo Qingcheng listened to his words, her face still expressionless, and said: "Impulsive?"

Ye An finally reacted as if waking up from a dream. He quickly loosened his arms, and his movements seemed so flustered and embarrassed. At the moment of loosening, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss. At the same time, the shyness and embarrassment on his face almost overflowed. His face flushed red, as if it had been burned by fire, and his eyes began to wander in panic, not daring to look Mo Qingcheng in the eye again. His lips stammered, as if he wanted to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere at the moment, but he couldn't say anything, and could only let the shyness and embarrassment spread wantonly on his face.

Mo Qingcheng noticed that Ye An had loosened his embrace and slowly stood up. Her beautiful eyes stared at Ye An, who seemed hesitant and uneasy, and she couldn't help but sneer in her heart: Humph, a cowardly rat.

"You're quite courageous, but you don't have much guts." Mo Qingcheng raised her chin slightly, with a hint of disgust in her eyes, as if she was not satisfied with Ye An's performance.

Ye An was a little confused by Mo Qingcheng's sudden comment, and couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Hey! You said..." However, before he finished thinking, he swallowed it back. Because he suddenly realized that Mo Qingcheng didn't seem to ask him to let her go.

Ye An's eyes were full of disbelief. He faced Mo Qingcheng's cold gaze and stared at her blankly. At this moment, countless questions surged in his mind: What does she mean? Is she testing me? Or is she teasing me? Ye An's mind was in a mess. He had no idea what Mo Qingcheng was really thinking.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An who was standing there in a daze, and couldn't help but feel a little amused. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a barely perceptible smile, but the smile quickly disappeared, returning to her usual cold expression.

However, beneath this cold appearance, Mo Qingcheng also felt a little shy. After all, this was her first time being hugged by a man, and the feeling was so strange and wonderful. At that time, she did feel an indescribable throbbing and shyness in her heart, and at this moment, this emotion seemed to still echo in her heart.

"Well... how about you bring her back? I see you..." Ye An's words were full of teasing, and his eyes flashed with cunning. However, before he finished speaking, he felt Mo Qingcheng's cold gaze.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, but then the corners of her mouth slightly lifted up, revealing a playful smile. This smile made Ye An's heart tighten. He realized that he had said the wrong thing, and suddenly felt that he was going to be in trouble.

Ye An turned around without hesitation and used the formation to escape from this embarrassing situation. His body turned into a shadow and quickly rushed away. However, before he ran far, he felt a strong force coming from behind and binding him tightly.

Ye An tried to break free from this force, but found it was extremely strong, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape. His heart was filled with surprise, and this scene was too familiar.

Mo Qingcheng appeared in front of Ye An, holding a black rope in her hand, with the other end of the rope wrapped around Ye An. With a hint of pride in her eyes, she said, "Do you think you can run away?"

Ye An's face wrinkled into a ball, like a bitter gourd, his eyes revealed endless resentment. Looking at Mo Qingcheng, he said weakly: "Can you not use the whip this time..."

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flashed with a cunning light. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a smug smile. Looking at Ye An's sad face, she said jokingly: "It seems that you have guessed it?"

Ye An was speechless and secretly said to himself: Guess? Sister, is the whip in your other hand just for decoration?

Ye An showed a helpless bitter smile on his face. He knew that he could not escape this time. He had experienced Mo Qingcheng's methods before. The whip was extremely painful when it hit his body. His body trembled involuntarily, as if he had already felt the burning pain of the whip. He could not help but pray silently in his heart, hoping that Mo Qingcheng would show mercy this time and leave him a way to live.

As the cries and shouts came from the courtyard, the originally gray sky gradually became darker, as if it was infected by this miserable scene and became sad and heavy. It seemed to be responding to the heart-wrenching cries in sorrow, and it seemed to be welcoming the arrival of night helplessly.

In the spacious courtyard, the lights were bright, just like daylight. Mo Qingcheng sat quietly under the tree, holding a cup of steaming hot tea in her hand. She gently blew away the foam on the tea, and then took a sip carefully. The warm tea moistened her throat, making her feel extremely comfortable and satisfied. Her face was filled with joy, a kind of happiness emanating from the depths of her heart, making her originally cold face lively and warm.

For Mo Qingcheng, who had been indifferent for a long time, this joy was undoubtedly the most precious experience she had gained in these long years. She had become accustomed to loneliness and solitude, but the appearance of Ye An made her feel an unprecedented warmth and happiness, allowing her to regain the joy of life.

However, in sharp contrast to Mo Qingcheng's joy, Ye An was lying half dead on the grass, his face full of pain and helplessness. He was crying and silently enduring Mo Qingcheng's ruthless beating. Although he boldly hugged Mo Qingcheng and was full of joy and excitement, what followed was physical torture and pain.

Mo Qingcheng stared at Ye An quietly, her lips slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile. At this moment, she seemed to understand why she was so tolerant of him.

Ye An's personality is changeable, sometimes jumping, sometimes low-key, sometimes fragile, and he is not as respectful to her as others. Although his blood is essential to maintaining her vitality, a special seed has been planted in her heart unconsciously.

"Tell me about your experiences in the Tianlin Mountains."