Forced love, an inescapable fate

However, before she could make a sound, a pair of big hands covered her mouth, and then Mu Qingli felt a cold touch like a sharp blade on her neck.

She didn't have time to let out the scream that was stuck in her throat, and her outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Although the room was brightly lit by candlelight, she felt the cold sweat on her back instantly soaking her clothes. Her whole body instantly stiffened, her hands couldn't stop shaking, and her heart was trembling.

She realized she was being held hostage.

Despite her fear, she quickly analyzed the situation.

I can sense that the person behind me should be quite tall. At this moment, I feel like I am directly shrouded in his shadow. He should be a man. Now he has a sharp blade in his hand. My life is now in his hands.

But who could he be, why would he appear in his room, and why would he hold him hostage?

Could it be the killer who escaped before?

But thinking about it, it shouldn't be the case. If they were killers, they would definitely not just hold me hostage.

Mu Qingli froze and dared not move. Although she was afraid, her mind was working quickly as she tried to guess the identity of this person.

This person must be injured. She could feel that the person behind her was breathing very quickly, and most of his body weight was now almost on her. Combined with the bloodstains she found on the ground just now, she could be sure that he was seriously injured.

If there wasn't a sharp blade against his neck, Mu Qingli felt that he should be able to try to break free, but now it seems that it is impossible.

Now she could only pin her hopes on Wanyue, but she had a thought: Wanyue had no kung fu. Although she was strong, how could she possibly deal with the person behind her? Moreover, she did not like being served closely on weekdays, so those maids and servants would not easily enter her room except for daily cleaning.

Now that I am being held hostage, I can’t help but cry out to heaven or earth.

She was anxious, but the person behind her didn't say anything or make any other movements. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door. Although the footsteps were very light, they were particularly clear because the room was too quiet at this time.

When Wanyue came over, Mu Qingli immediately panicked.

I just thought that if Wanyue pushed the door in without knowing the truth, wouldn’t this person hurt Wanyue?

No, it's okay if I'm being held hostage, but I can't let Wanyue fall into danger. I have to remind her. When she thought of this, she tried to struggle slightly. The person behind her felt her movement and laughed softly.

"Not afraid of death?"

He seemed to be saying these three words with a smile, his voice was very soft, yet a little hoarse, and inexplicably carried a bit of mystery.

Mu Qingli immediately stopped moving, but as the footsteps got closer, she became more panicked.

The person behind him spoke again: "Let her go. I won't hurt you. I'm injured and I'm hiding here for a while. I'll leave naturally when I'm healed, but the premise is that you obey me. Do you understand?"

After he finished saying these words, he slowly put down the dagger that was across Mu Qingli's neck, and at the same time released the hand that was covering Mu Qingli's mouth. Only then did Mu Qingli breathe a sigh of relief, but she immediately felt the dagger that she had just put down was pressed against her waist. She thought that this man would not let his guard down, so she nodded slightly.

Wanyue had already walked to the door with the hot medicine and raised her hand to knock.

"Princess, the medicine is ready. I brought it in for you."

After Wan Yue finished speaking, she was about to push the door open when she heard Mu Qingli's voice coming from inside the room.

"Wanyue, put it at the door first. I'm changing clothes. I'll drink it myself later. You go back and rest."

Wanyue didn't think much about it, thinking it was Mu Qingli's excuse for not wanting to take the medicine.

She jokingly said, "Okay, I'll come over to check later. But Princess, whether it's in a flowerpot, under a tree, or anywhere else, as long as you pour out the medicine, I will find it at a glance, so Princess, you'd better drink the medicine obediently, otherwise you will have to pour out another bowl."

Hearing this, the man behind him seemed to smile slightly. Although it was very light, Mu Qingli still felt it.

She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and her face turned a little hot, but in order to let Wanyue leave as soon as possible, she still spoke in an unnatural tone.

"Okay, got it. Go back and rest first. I'll drink it in a while."

Wanyue was not suspicious. After all, this trick had happened countless times before. She simply thought that Mu Qingli didn't want to take the medicine and didn't think much about it.

"Okay, then Princess, take the medicine and go to bed early."

Wan Yue responded and left. Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away, Mu Qingli breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he also felt that the person behind him put down the dagger against his waist and seemed to be a little further away from him.

Only then did she feel that the pressure that had just enveloped her was instantly removed, and her breathing became much smoother.

But he still didn't dare to let his guard down, and tentatively asked, "Can I bring in the medicine from outside?"

"Okay, it seems you listen to your maid very much, but don't think about anything else, after all, the knife in my hand has no eyes."

Mu Qingli sneered and nodded repeatedly: "Of course."

Well, there is no hope of escape. Let's see what this person is going to do first. If he has no ill intentions, it might not be a bad idea to save his life.

She opened the door and looked outside. Wanyue had already left. After picking up the medicine on the ground, she could only resign herself to her fate and close the door.

After turning around, he could see clearly the face of the person who had just held him hostage.

But this man's appearance made her stunned. After all, killers nowadays all look so handsome.

This man had a very great face, with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and blood stains at the corners of his mouth, which added an indescribable sense of charm to his face. With his black clothes and black hair, he was definitely a cool, handsome and cool man.

But Mu Qingli felt a little sorry in her heart. Such a handsome guy happened to be a killer.

Because he had been hunted before, Wen Muchuan, dressed in black, now looked like the killer in Mu Qingli's subconscious mind.

Wen Muchuan covered the wound under his abdomen and saw that the person who was scared to death just now was looking at him with a very strange look.

how to say?

Wen Muchuan felt that there was admiration and regret in Mu Qingli's eyes when he looked at him, but there was no fear.

He found it a little funny. She had looked terrified just a moment ago, but now that she saw his face, wasn't she afraid anymore? Although his face did look good to others, it was rare for a woman to stare at him so openly, especially in this situation.

"Have you seen enough?"

Wen Muchuan spoke jokingly again. Although it was indeed novel that a woman looked at his face so frankly and without any distractions for the first time, the wound on his body was really painful.