[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Ji Yue's voice was low and gentle, Mo Yihuan raised his eyes, and met the man's deep pupils, suddenly he was in a trance for a moment.

However, in the next second, what Ji Yue said came to mind again: "...he is just my plaything."

Mo Yihuan came back to his senses, he smiled, and said sloppily: "Your Majesty, the concubine can't say for sure about this, who knows what will happen in the future! If I'm not here anymore..."

Ji Yue's face darkened, and he interrupted him with narrowed eyes: "Shut up!"

Mo Yihuan felt that it was necessary to clarify this matter.He gritted his teeth and continued: "If I'm not here, there will be someone better to accompany His Majesty... Mmm!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ji Yue covered his body, and his hot lips touched his lips.This kiss was simple and rough, as if it was just trying to gag his mouth.The man leaned against Mo Yihuan's ear again, and said in a hoarse voice, "Huan'er, just tell me, are you willing or not?"

Mo Yihuan put his hand against Ji Yue's chest, his eyes misty: "...Your Majesty, you pressed my wound!"

Seeing that the young man refused to answer the question directly, Ji Yue's eyes darkened, but for the first time, he did not ask the question to the end.He leaned down and lay on Mo Yihuan's chest, gently stroked the bloody gauze on his chest with his fingers, and said softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Mo Yihuan: "..." Nonsense, let me give you a sword try.

While making complaints, he casually groped beside him and found an object.It seemed that it just fell out of Ji Yue's lapel. He took it in front of his eyes and saw that it was a snow-white silk.

Um?Did Ji Yue use this kind of embroidered silk?Mo Yihuan wondered, why does she feel so sissy...

Ji Yue still lay on his chest, not noticing that something was missing.Mo Yihuan took the silk silk to his eyes and saw a corner of the silk with a beautiful character embroidered with delicate stitches.

"skirts".

Mo Yihuan was stunned for a moment.

"Shang" is Mo Huaishang's clothes, and this thing undoubtedly belongs to, or once belonged to, Mo Huaishang.

And Ji Yue put the silk in his skirt, where he put it close to his body, which is enough to show how important this thing is to him... how important it is.

As if enlightened, Mo Yihuan's mind, which had been drowsy from being suffocated by the kiss, instantly sobered up.He thought, fortunately this thing reminded him, otherwise he would have almost forgotten the most important thing.

——Ji Yue's kindness to him was nothing more than his empathy for Mo Huaishang.

What he said to himself, what he did, even the inexplicably increased 10 points of true love... It's all because of his identity as Mo Huaishang's younger brother and his face that resembles hers.

Realizing this, Mo Yihuan instantly felt relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Except in the bottom of my heart... an inexplicable sense of loss.

He forcibly suppressed this strange feeling, put the silk aside calmly, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I want to ask you a question."

"Huh?" Ji Yue raised his head slightly.

Mo Yihuan pursed her lips: "Your Majesty, do you still like my sister?"

Ji Yue was stunned, and he frowned slightly: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Mo Yihuan looked straight into Ji Yue's eyes and said, "If I tell you...my sister is still alive?"

Ji Yue's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said sharply, "What did you say?!"

"She's not dead, she's still alive." Mo Yihuan took a deep breath, and said with a smile on his face, "How about your majesty, are you surprised or not?"

"How do you..." Ji Yue frowned, and he reacted almost instantly.His eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't believe it: "Could it be that the person who assassinated me last night...was her?"

Mo Yihuan: "..." This person seems to be a bit witty!

Ji Yue sat up, the expression on his face changed violently, and his chest heaved.Mo Yihuan thought that he was angry with Mo Huaishang for killing him, so he quickly excused Mo Huaishang: "Your Majesty, don't blame my sister, she was also impulsive last night..."

But Ji Yue turned to him abruptly, with complicated eyes: "Why did you tell me this?"

Mo Yihuan put on a playful smile: "Your Majesty, you don't understand, there is a kind of love called letting go, and giving up for love lasts forever."

Ji Yue stared at him fixedly, and after a while, he smiled strangely: "...Really?"

Mo Yihuan nodded, and said with a grin: "Yes! Is this concubine very enlightened?"

Ji Yue looked at him expressionlessly, her thin lips moved: "...you lied to me."

Mo Yihuan hurriedly said: "No, my sister is really still alive! I can swear..."

"That's not what I'm talking about! What I'm talking about is..." Ji Yue's expression suddenly became agitated, and he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, his eyes drooped, and the corners of his lips curled into a mocking arc.

"...Mo Yihuan, you are really good. You can even betray your own sister in order to prevent me from touching you?"

Mo Yihuan didn't expect Ji Yue to say such a thing, and was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"Then tell me, why did you risk your life to save me?"

Ji Yue's voice was very soft, and it fluttered into Mo Yihuan's ears.

Mo Yihuan opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, Ji Yue pinched his chin, raised his brows lightly, and said slowly, "Tell me, why!"

Mo Yihuan groaned for a while, before saying dryly: "Your Majesty, because I think, you are young and handsome, so it's a pity that you are gone like this... And you see that I saved you, why don't you just leave me alone?" Blame my sister..."

"So, that's why you saved me?"

Ji Yue stared blankly at the young man's fluttering red lips, he closed his eyes, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he actually laughed.

"Okay, I see."

When he opened his eyes again, Ji Yue's eyes had regained their composure.Just like the first time Mo Yihuan saw him, her eyes were icy cold, like a bottomless deep pool without a single wave.

He stood up, took the brocade robe from the side, and put it on himself.Without even looking at the dazed young man on the bed, he turned and left.

Seeing Ji Yue like this, Mo Yihuan couldn't figure it out either. He looked at Ji Yue's back suspiciously and called, "Your Majesty, my sister is still alive, aren't you happy?"

Ji Yue's footsteps paused.

"Of course I'm happy..." He didn't look back, and sneered: "After all, from now on, I won't have to see your disgusting face every day again."