How a sick heartthrob can refuse love [Quick Transmigration]

She walked through the streets and alleys alone, drenched in the mud, and rang the doorbell in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The door is rust-colored, so it's hard to see clearly in the dark.A faint light shone on it, reflecting a slanted and slender figure.

The sound of slippers being pulled came from inside the door, and Ling Ying lowered her head nervously, revealing her soft and fair neck.

It was winter, and the wind was a bit chilly. She wore a slightly loose caramel-colored padded jacket, which matched the whiteness of human skin and red lips, a bit like a movie star decades ago.

The door opened.Is a young man about 20 years old.

He was also white, very white, almost bleak, with only a pair of shockingly dark eyes.Such a contrast outlines a slight fear, more like a ghost than a world.

Ling Ying took a step back uncontrollably.

Looking at her, Pianyou couldn't help but smile slightly.The facial features were slightly pulled, but for some reason, astonishing changes occurred like reorganization.Lust/passion, desire/desire, tearing sense of depravity, people can find all indescribable hues from that face.

It's a demon, not a ghost, and it's skinned and bleeding.Ling Ying opened her mouth slightly, and her legs were so weak that she fell to the ground, but there was a strong and complicated desire/thought in her eyes that was even a bit crazy.

"Sakura?"

She lowered her eyes in a panic, and stammered "I" for a long time.

He squatted down and looked at her in the same way.

Ling Ying took a deep breath, turned her head, "Young master, the master told you to go back. He said... Said that Mama Zhang's meal is ready, and I'll be waiting for you."

Pianyou listened, and looked up at the sky.The night was dark, except for the flickering lights in the distance, there were no stars.His smile didn't change.

"Go back? But didn't I tell my father that I would stay here for a few days."

"The master said...the master said that you can come here anytime, but...but today is your birthday, and I want to celebrate it for you in the old house."

"no need."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Ying raised her head tremblingly, her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Pianyou sighed, feeling a little unbearable, raised her right hand lightly, and stroked her hair.

"Okay, go back, maybe it's destined... Besides, Mama Zhang's food has always been delicious."

He said and helped her up.

Ling Ying was a little bit shy, she lowered her head and said timidly: "Yes, my mother's cooking is delicious, and I have learned a lot from it."

Pianyou let go of her hand, did not speak, only sighed softly, the breath was so weak that it was fleeting in the cold wind.

He went in, changed his clothes, put some things in his bag, and then found a gray scarf from the closet.

After locking the door, he turned around and grabbed Ling Ying.

"Master?"

"It's cold at night in winter, don't catch a cold."

He tied the scarf around her slender and fair neck to hide that soft charm.

Ling Ying lowered her eyes, her eyes were dizzy and dark, and there was something unclear in the dim night.

She doesn't need to call him young master, what kind of young master is he.Can the son of the master's mistress and ex-husband also be regarded as the young master?What is going back to the house where your mother committed suicide on your birthday?

but……

Ling Ying's head drooped even lower, and the fabric couldn't hide its softness, soaking the cold air through the scarf.

She lowered her head and gently stroked her lower abdomen with her right hand.

Was she not a mistress herself?

Ling Ying smiled idiotically, but didn't make a sound.

They went back to the old house together.It was so cold that his face was pale and pale, and there were a few traces of sick flushes.

At a glance, the two are somewhat similar.The same red lips, white face and black eyes are distinct.

Sometimes, Ling Ying couldn't help but find out more similarities from the faces.The more similar she is, the happier she will be, and the better her treatment with the master will be.

But oh, the search came to an abrupt end tonight.

Master is dead.

How did you die?Ling Ying was still a little confused until the next day.

Last night, the young master and the master had dinner together, and then went to the study together, and then, the master died, and the young master disappeared.

The next time is a bit more difficult, but the rewards are great.The master has no relatives or heirs, and the young master who has entered the household registration has also disappeared.

The child in her womb is the perfect candidate to inherit the wealth.

After all, everyone except the young master knew that she was the master's mistress.

Although there were a lot of arguing with people, Ling Ying was the one who won in the end.

A few years later, Ling Ying's good girl has grown up a bit, and she likes to run around the house all day long.After a while, a past event came out.

"Master is so coquettish, no normal person writes this stuff."

After reading the diary that fell out, Ling Ying burned it.

The nearly burnt notebook was glowing slightly, and Ling Ying was a little lost in staring at it.

Who knows, the former mistress is not the real mistress, and the mistress' son is the target.

In this way, many secrets are no longer secrets.

But Ling Ying didn't care, she looked at the huge ruby ​​ring on her hand and smiled lightly.

"Master is so coquettish, who would write such a dirty thing as a normal person."

Rubbing her ring, she repeated the sentence again.