Ling Ziliang's face became even prettier, as dark as the bottom of a pot, his head was bowed, and he sighed helplessly: Who is his man? He really shouldn't have come here! He shouldn't have rushed up!

Finally, Ersuo Nan passed out from the pain.

Meng Xian reluctantly took his feet away, looked back, and smiled so much: "I'm so sorry, he has fainted, you can carry him away!"

Hearing that Meng Xian was finally merciful and no one was killed! The servants and guards almost shed tears of gratitude, kowtowed and knelt down, rushed over quickly, and hurriedly carried the unconscious master, like a gust of wind, quickly disappeared deep into the alley.

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Meng Xian looked back again. His eyes were not as proud and proud as before.

He stared at Ling Ziliang innocently and aggrievedly, unable to say a word for a long time.

What to say...

This man, even if he was close to him, Meng Xian would feel extremely entangled in his heart.

What should I do if I love so carefully but still can’t get close to his heart? What should I do——

I asked myself again and again, but I couldn't find the answer.

I want to say not to give up, but I am afraid that his persistent beating will make him anxious. I want to give up, but the pain is so painful that I can't breathe...

What should I do to let him go and let myself go?

Pain flashed in his eyes as dark as a deep pool. His body was stiff, and his crimson clothes looked like a decadent peony under the light of the setting sun, looking embarrassed and lonely.

"Aren't you going back?" For a long time, until the fire clouds burned through half of the sky and exposed the black night sky, until the stars enveloped the earth, until the nightingales' cries filled the night sky, Ling Ziliang asked word by word in a cold voice.

After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with this question.

But after asking, he regretted it. Would Meng Xian misunderstand him by doing this? Would he think that he also loved him?

No, never!

Thinking about it, Ling Ziliang's head lowered even lower...

Meng Xian was extremely surprised. When he heard this, standing stiff and numb, he quickly rushed to Ling Ziliang with his tired body and murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have hit you..."

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As he spoke, his hand lightly and skillfully brushed his cheek.

No one knows how many times he has wanted to caress his face like this in his heart, and tell him over and over in his heart that this is the man he loves.

However, as soon as his cold and soft hand touched Ling Ziliang's cheek, he was slapped down by Ling Ziliang's even colder and pale hand without hesitation.

At this moment, it was already early summer, even the night was still so sultry, and his hands were so cold...

Thinking of Ling Ziliang's cold bare hands, Meng Xian's heart suddenly ached again.

He...should be...very embarrassed, right?

"I guessed it right, Meng Xian, any man can touch you, me or the one just now... Or, that group of people... You have great martial arts skills, but you don't resist. Meng Xian, you can treat yourself as a real person... Husband

?" Finally, Ling Ziliang raised his head, with looming anger in his dark purple eyes, he looked straight into Meng Xian's charming and charming eyes, and said with a sneer.

After hearing this, Meng Xian's mind went blank. He looked at Ling Ziliang in disbelief and said intermittently: "Ziliang... we... let's stop making trouble, okay?"
Chapter completed!