believed the nonsense of his subordinates, felt that he had something unspeakable, and felt that he was a man who could be trusted.

She sat on the bed, I don't know how long.

The temperature of the body slowly came back a little, and I heard a noise outside.

She didn't look up, and she didn't know where her eyes were.

The corners of her eyes were blurry, and hot tears swirled in her eyes, and she forced herself not to shed tears.

Until the man approached, the familiar breath was at some distance from her.

She heard a noise.

When I looked up, I saw him kneeling three paces away from him.

The man's body is tall, his breath is as cold as a celestial venerable, and his expression and posture are high in the body, and he is like a rakshasa in the underworld.

A handsome and peerless face had no superfluous expression, and dark eyes were locked on hers.

The two looked at each other for a long time before they saw his lonely thin lips slowly overflowing three words.

"I was wrong."

Unlike when he said it wrong before, it had the meaning of teasing her.

This time, she could feel that he was careful and careful when he said these three words, and there was some cautious temptation, trepidation, and uneasiness.

Helpless, worried.

All kinds of emotions seem to be intertwined.

What shocked Shen Yueji was not the three words of his apology, but that he was kneeling down to himself.

No one knows how arrogant Mo Wuxian is, no one knows better than her.

When facing Feng Jiuqing, he never lowered his arrogant and noble head, and when facing other countries' powerful enemies, he never looked at it squarely.

is such a man, he does not kneel to the ground, does not kneel to the sky, is so noble, he actually condescends to her...

The annoyance and hatred for him in my heart suddenly dissipated a lot at this moment.

For any man, maybe Shen Yueji would not have such a quick change in her heart, but it was Mo Wuxian.

His dignity and nobility, no one knows better than her...

I'd rather die than bow my head.

But despite this, remembering his brutality and compulsion, Shen Yueji forced herself to withdraw her gaze from him and not look at him.

She didn't speak, and the man knelt.

She didn't know how long it took, but the man's dark eyes kept falling on her, kneeling straight, and his legs didn't move a bit, just kneeling on the ground and looking at her.

My heart is like a rolling wave.

Shen Yueji suppressed the discomfort in her heart, not wanting to be stared at by him all the time, she simply lifted the brocade quilt, turned over on the bed, and buried her head firmly in it.

Even so, the man's gaze was still like a nail, staring at her tightly from behind.

No matter how tightly she buried herself, she still couldn't ignore his intense gaze.

The two were at a stalemate, and gradually it was the second half of the night.

Time passed slowly and stiffly.

During these stalemates, Shen Yueji was roughly clear in his heart, and he knelt for more than two hours.

There are no palm lamps in the dark hall.

She could only rely on the man's persistent gaze to know that he was still kneeling.

She buried the whole person in the brocade quilt, exposed her head, and looked at the dark beams: "You go." ”

Men should not.

"Do you think all I want is your knees?"

"You don't like me at all, you give me the feeling that I'm just a pet in your captivity, happy and coaxed, unhappy, you can act recklessly, and when you get tired of playing, you can throw it away. Do you think I'm a human being? I hate the feeling of being tied down, and every time I want to resist, you give me a point. Do you know how disgusting it is for you to do this? ”