Mu Shishi leaned slightly against the bed: "It's still early before dawn, who said I can't sleep?"

"Get up." Qianli said lightly.

Mu Shishi didn't understand Qianli's meaning, and she thought for a while and got off the bed: "I think no one has taught you the demon guardian."

"Rules are set by people, so they are naturally due to them." Qianli said Leng.

Mu Shishi sneered when she heard this and glanced at him: "You are also a human being."

A hundred-year-old fairy.

Qianli curled the corners of his mouth, not caring about Mu Shishi's words at all, and looked at the dressing table not far away.

"Tomorrow is the day of your and my wedding. I will sit down and I will comb your hair."

Comb your hair?

Mu Shishi was a little surprised at this. She didn't say anything. She took a few steps to sit in front of the bronze mirror. How could a handsome and cold person like Qianli comb his hair? She really wanted to see it.

Qianli was wearing this big red robe and walked behind Mu Shishi, and his figure was reflected in the bronze mirror.

Her wide fingers were stroking her hair again, and she could not tell when a very beautiful comb was held in her right hand.

He raised his fingers and her hair was scattered and the comb fell on her hair regardless of lightness or weight.

"Your quiet appearance is really similar to her." Qianli's voice changed from his usual coldness, and his voice became a little softer at this time.

"It's not like that after all. You can say that you married not me, but a substitute."

Qianli was unmoved when he heard this, and his fingers were still gently combed.

After a while, the scattered hair was scattered up one by one, and it was hard to believe that such a cold man could even comb women's hair accessories.

Mu Shishi was also surprised at this point, but she didn't expect that he could actually comb it out.

"So surprised?" He seemed to see Mu Shishi's surprise, and Qianli asked indifferently.

Mu Shishi looked at the person in the mirror: "How many women did you find with your hands to become like this."

Qianli finally smiled when he heard this, and he firmly steadily placed the last headdress on her head. Looking at the delicate face of the person in the mirror, his heart was turbulent.

I can't tell what it feels like, but he's very sure he likes this feeling.

"The clothes are ready, go and change them." He reached out and patted her head, as if he was treating his own pet.

Mu Shishi didn't get up, but stared at him from the mirror and said, "You can marry me, but you must let my father go."

A soft touch in Qianli's eyes was hidden in the moment: "Let him go? Impossible."

"If I don't let my father go, I won't let you do it." Mu Shishi stood up from her position, turned around and squinted her eyes.

"Do you think you can still get out after you come in?"

Mu Shishi smiled: "I know I can't get out, but I'm ready to never get out."

"What do you mean?" Qianli frowned slightly.

"It means you killed me and my father, but once you resolve your hatred, you get nothing."

"Do you want to threaten me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a negotiation. If you want me to stay here, you must let my father go. Of course, you can kill us all." Mu Shishi's smile curled up at the corner of her mouth and said lightly.

Qianli stared at her with his eyes slightly narrowed until the sky gradually showed its fish skin. The two of them were still standing and no one spoke again, just staring at each other.
Chapter completed!