After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Yan Mobai lowered his eyes and breathed slightly.

Ning Miao looked at him, and her mind flashed back to what her soul saw in her previous life after her death: he cut open her abdomen to take out the iron ore map, and she was contaminated by the poison on the map, and her appearance before she died.

A mouthful of blood spurted out in the same way.

My heart trembled: "Are you poisoned?"

Yan Mobai said nothing and looked up at her.

Seeing that there seemed to be some concern in her eyes, he waved at her slightly: "Come here."

Ning Miao clenched his palms and walked forward slowly.

Yan Mobai took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Ning Miao didn't understand what he meant. She recalled the day she entered the Marquis' Mansion and met him for the first time in the flower hall. He also handed her a handkerchief that had wiped the blood on his hands.

She took it obediently at that time.

Today, she is the same.

He took it respectfully with both hands.

Yan Mobai pointed to his mouth again.

When her eyes fell on the bright red blood on the corner of his fair lips, Ning Miao realized that this guy wanted her to wipe the blood for him.

Ning Miao was stunned.

Isn't she the one who hates being touched? Why did you ask her to do this?

If it was something else, she would naturally be eager for it, after all, it was such a rare opportunity to have close contact with him.

But at this moment, she was not willing to do so.

If he was really poisoned, she might also be poisoned when she touched his blood, just like in his previous life, when he touched the iron ore that she had poisoned and died.

No, no, she still wants to live.

Seeing her standing there without moving, Yan Mobai frowned slightly: "Don't you like me?"

Ning Miao didn't expect him to suddenly say such a thing.

"Of course I like it."

"Then why don't you move?" His voice was not loud, still hoarse and low, but it carried a sense of oppression that brooked no room for argument.

Ning Miao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

I thought to myself: I cherish my life.

Seeing the man staring at her, she bit her lip. Knowing she couldn't refuse, she had to hold the handkerchief in her hand tightly to protect her fingers from all directions.

Then she slowly leaned over, moved closer to him, and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth bit by bit, making sure her fingers did not touch his blood.

The two were so close that their breathing could be heard.

Ning Miao tried her best to focus only on his mouth, but because he was so close, his entire face was within her field of vision and could not be ignored.

He is both heroic and has an imposing aura.

And he kept looking at her.

It made her feel scared.

Yan Mobai watched all her movements and expressions.

Especially the way she looked as if she was afraid of touching his blood with her fingertips.

He didn't know whether they were afraid that there was something wrong with his blood or they disliked that his blood was dirty.

Is this what liking him is?

An impulse rushed to his head, and he reached out and tore off the veil on her face. He grabbed the back of her head with his big hands, pressed it in front of his face, and rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth onto her face.

Ning Miao never expected him to do this.

She was so shocked by his sudden action that she forgot to react. She just stood there in shock with her eyes wide open.

For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her.

It took a moment to react. What did he do?

He got blood on her face!

Her face changed, and her first reaction was that this man wanted to drag her to death with him.

After all, she had done this.

"You..." He wanted to reach out to wipe it, but stopped when he realized that his hand was also his own skin.

"Do you dislike me?" Yan Mobai asked, forcibly suppressing the desire caused by the charming fragrance.

The hot air exhaled sprayed on Ning Miao's face, carrying a hint of blood and a hint of mint and grass scent.

Ning Miao's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Suddenly I felt that I was too nervous, as he didn't show any signs of dying.

The vomiting of blood just now was probably just a physical discomfort.

Then she felt relieved and smiled at him: "How is that possible?"

Yan Mobai also chuckled, but his smile was a little cold and there was no smile in his eyes.

A woman who never tells the truth!

There was a sharpness in his eyes, and he opened his thin lips slightly: "You know? The last person who deceived me is dead."

Ning Miao felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.

After wiping the last bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, she stood up and was about to say that she didn't lie to him, when she heard him ask again: "Don't you want to know who was the last person who lied to me?"

Ning Miao was stunned: "I know him?"

"nature."

Ning Miao was shocked.

Does she know him?

They didn't know many people in common.

Her breathing suddenly tightened, and she asked, "Who?"

Yan Mobai took the blood-stained handkerchief from her hand, threw it on the table beside him, and said in a calm voice: "Anyang."

Ning Miao was shocked.

Unbelievable, she asked out loud to confirm: "Princess Anyang?"

Yan Mobai said "hmm".

Ning Miao's eyes widened in shock, remembering that just now outside, the man said to wait for the Ministry of Justice to come and investigate the case. She felt at that time that the identity of the deceased was not simple.

So, it was Anyang who died tonight?

And the person who actually killed Anyang was the man in front of him?

Ning Miao's legs went weak and his face turned pale.

Cold sweat broke out on her palms and she clenched them slightly.

She knew that this man was cold and ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye, but she never expected that he would even dare to kill a princess of an entire country.

Most importantly, what does it mean that he is telling her this now?

This is a secret that concerns his life. What does it mean for him to tell her such a shocking secret without any hesitation?

Only the dead keep secrets.

So, he wanted her life too?

Her heart seemed to be gripped by something and she had difficulty breathing. She wondered in her mind how likely she was to escape from him if he made a move.

Ning Miao took a while to find his voice and said in a hoarse voice: "Why did you kill her?"

"Didn't I just tell you that she lied to me?" Yan Mobai looked at her.

Ning Miao also looked at him.

Her intuition told her that things were not that simple.

Judging from his usual attitude towards Anyang, he didn't take Anyang seriously at all. How could he care so much about whether she lied to him or not that he was willing to take her life?

"Is your vomiting of blood just now related to her?" This was what she thought of immediately.

"Ah."

Ning Miao was stunned.

really.

"Did she poison you?"

"Ah."

Ning Miao was shocked again.

No way, Anyang admires him so much, how could she poison him?

Ning Miao's eyebrows jumped when he remembered that his blood was also on his face. "What kind of poison?"

Yan Mobai didn't reply immediately this time, but looked up into her eyes.

"Charming poison."

what?

Ning Miao was stunned for a moment, then felt relieved, thinking that the charm poison was not so bad.

The blood of the aphrodisiac is not contagious.

Seeing that she seemed relieved when she heard that it was a charm poison, Yan Mobai's eyes turned cold and a wave of fear rose in his eyes.

He sealed several of his major acupoints, endured the pain of severe damage to his internal organs, and forcefully suppressed and held on until now.

Is this her reaction?

"Don't you care whether my poison has been cured? How was it cured?"

Seeing the coldness in his eyes and his voice as if it was icy, Ning Miao's breath trembled, and she realized that she was only concerned about her own life and death.

I thought I shouldn’t do that.

He immediately asked in a serious manner: "Did you solve it?"

Yan Mobai saw her pretense and felt that the fire that had been suppressed in his heart could no longer be suppressed. It was like a beast breaking out of a cage and rushed straight to his forehead.

"Untie it now." He reached out and pulled her to sit on his lap.