Shengjing Noble

"Don't move!" the man stopped him, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

But who is Yan Qinghuan?

The more she is told not to touch, the more she wants to touch!

The slender white fingers touched the icy cold mask. The fangs were so sharp that if she hadn't been careful, they would have cut her palm.

The man was obviously unhappy, and even through the mask one could feel the majesty and coldness emanating from his expression.

Those narrow and deep eyes were shining with coldness. He glanced at her lightly, then suddenly jumped down from the roof and landed in a courtyard.

Just as Yan Qinghuan was about to speak, she saw him raise his hand to cover her mouth, pretending to keep her quiet.

Then he pointed to the house next door.

Looking around, they found that they had arrived at Jing'an Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, and were now outside the door of the backyard wing.

The man pulled Luo Qinghuan to the window quietly, tiptoed to poke a hole in the paper, then made way and motioned for her to look.

This kind of voyeurism...she kind of likes it!

Luo Qinghuan didn't hesitate and walked over curiously. In the dim light in the room, she saw two people on the bed doing unspeakable things.

The bed creaked in the quiet night and the air was filled with a disgusting smell.

Luo Qinghuan took a few glances and confirmed that one of them was her newlywed husband and the other was her adopted sister Yan Yurou.

Although she knew this was the case, she still felt it was extremely filthy and extremely shocking at this moment!

She turned around and glared at the man without saying anything. She then jumped down the stairs and walked out.

The masked man's eyes flashed with interest, and he followed silently. Then he pressed her in his arms, flew with her to the roof and disappeared into the sky.

The two landed in an open space.

The man let go of Luo Qinghuan, and his gloomy eyes seemed particularly dark in the night.

He asked in a deep voice: "What do you think?"

Luo Qinghuan crossed his arms over his chest, his brows looked a little cold, and his tone was indifferent: "What do you want me to think?"

The man seemed to frown, but the mask blocked her view. She only felt that there was doubt in his eyes.

"Didn't you see clearly?" he asked.

"Now that I've seen it, the live-action version is indeed a bit disgusting." She curled the corners of her mouth in disdain.

She had clearly seen Lu Chengan and Yan Yurou just now, but for some reason, the masked man in front of her appeared in her mind.

If she remembered correctly, in her previous life she was drugged and was running wildly through the woods to escape from bandits. She missed a step and rolled down the mountain, falling into a coma.

When she regained her senses, she was already naked and being pinned down by the masked man.

She will never forget that humiliation and pain!

In the previous life, after marrying Lu Cheng'an, she was constantly being urged by her mother-in-law to learn the rules and regulations, and she had no chance to consummate the marriage.

Afterwards, Lu Cheng'an left the capital for military affairs and did not return until half a year later.

Yan Qinghuan was raped by the "bandits" just one month before he returned.

At that time, Yan Yurou invited her to Jing'an Temple to pray for blessings, but Zhenzhu drugged her halfway through, and then...

She lost her virginity, and no matter how she explained, Lu Cheng'an refused to forgive her and did not touch her for the next ten years.

Because of this incident, Yan Qinghuan always felt that he owed the Lu family and tried every possible way to make up for it.

In the end, I realized that I was just a clown in their eyes.

Thinking of this, Yan Qinghuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I have never slept with Lu Chengan, otherwise I would have been so disgusted that I would have vomited. That would be a shadow that could never be erased even if I died!

Seeing her lost in thought, the man's eyes were filled with inquiry.

"Aren't you angry?"

Yan Qinghuan shook his head, raised the corners of his lips in relief, and appeared exceptionally calm.

She was not angry at all, she wished Yan Yurou could take over the scumbag as soon as possible.

But she is now Lu Chengan's newlywed wife. If she behaves too calmly, it will inevitably go against human nature.

Thinking of this, she shrugged helplessly and said lightly: "What if I'm angry? It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines."

This explanation is reasonable, right?

Look at her, how tolerant and generous she is, she is truly a model wife.

The man's cold eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his true expression could not be seen.

"I'm being nosy." He said with self-mockery and a chuckle at the end.

Yan Qinghuan didn't want to talk about this matter again, as it was unlucky. She stared into the man's eyes and asked, "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

In her previous life, after her death, she was plunged into darkness and actually saw a scene.

It’s the scene in front of you where the mask helps her collect the bodies.

The ferocious mask shook with his head, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know him."

This made Yan Qinghuan even more curious. She couldn't help but raise her hand and gently tap the mask, and asked with a smile: "Then why did you take me to Jing'an Temple?"

"Mind your own business." The man only replied with four words.

He really is very frugal with words.

This man has a pair of deep eyes and a well-defined jawline.

It looks like a very handsome face.

Unfortunately, the mask obscures the full picture.

Yan Qinghuan did not force him to take off the mask, and asked generously: "This princess sees that you are extraordinary in martial arts and have great martial arts skills. Are you interested in being a bodyguard? You can name the price."

I saw the other person narrow his eyes, as if he found it funny, and took a step forward. His tall body instantly filled with a sense of oppression.

"You do not deserve."

Luo Qinghuan was furious.

"You have such a loud voice."

She didn't like his arrogant attitude, which seemed so superior and made her feel inferior.

"Forget it, I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, she turned around and tried to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

She tried to break free several times, but the other person's hand was as strong as an iron clamp.

The man stared at her, his eyes, darker and richer than the night, filled with emotions she couldn't understand.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

"Whether you tell me or not, I'm going to leave. If someone finds out, will I still have a reputation?"

"Heh~ Do you still care about your reputation?"

"Why can't I care?"

"If you care, why did you treat your husband's family like that at the wedding?"

"What they owe me has nothing to do with you? Are you here to fight for the Lu family?"

Yan Qinghuan looked at him suspiciously.

"I don't have that much free time."

"Aren't you nosy?"

"I only care about yours."

"why?"

"Just consider it as... I owe you."

"you……"

Yan Qinghuan wanted to say something, but the man's figure flashed and disappeared before her eyes like lightning, as if he had never appeared.

She had no choice but to give up and hurried back to the Lu family.

Back in the bathroom, Zi Yu walked over with concern and asked, "It's just the beginning of spring outside and it's chilly at night. Where did the master go wearing such thin clothes?"

Yan Qing smiled and said perfunctorily: "I went to the side room to see Lu Chengan, he has already fallen asleep."

Zi Yu was relieved, and complained with an unhappy face: "My son-in-law is really something. He got drunk on the wedding night, leaving our master alone in the empty room."

Yan Qinghuan smiled and said nothing. He took off his clothes and sat in the bathtub again, saying, "Go out. I want to be alone for a while."

"Yes."