Xie Xun is becoming more and more gentle to her.

So gentle that it’s not like him.

Meng Tang'an's fingertips felt weak, and after a while, he lowered his gaze, which happened to be right at the left side of his heart.

Xie Xun fell asleep.

When she realized this, she turned over without making any sound. Her black hair was spread out, and her white clothes were cold and stunning. She slid down with her movements and turned her back to Xie Xun.

I grabbed a silver hairpin from under the pillow, my delicate fingers slowly tightened, and my palms became a little sweaty!

The bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that she could hear the other person's breathing and the steady but lively heartbeat when she was close.

The frosty white mottled moonlight fell on the floor, a clear glow.

Meng Tang'an clenched the hairpin in her hand tightly, her delicate joints turning white. She turned over to face Xie Xun, looking at him sleeping, her heartbeat was as tight as a drum, like a rabbit.

One second, two seconds.

The hairpin shone with silver light in the darkness, matching the moonlight, and stabbed Xie Xun's neck fiercely——!

This is the only weapon in her hand.

It was Xie Xun who personally gave her the hairpin in her hair when she was dressing up during the day.

Seeing that the silver hairpin was about to pierce the side of his neck, the woman's delicate and thin wrist was suddenly caught by her slender fingers!

The wide white sleeves slipped down, half covering the silver hairpin, and the flowing light was cold, only an inch away from Xie Xun's neck.

Xie Xun opened his eyes and stared at her.

The moonlight that filtered through the curtain was not very soft, and Meng Tangan could not see his eyes clearly, his movements froze, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" he asked.

"Can't sleep." Her voice was very soft, and her eyebrows looked cold and broken under the dim moonlight.

Xie Xun's clean and distinct fingers grabbed her wrist and restrained her easily without much force. He glanced at the silver hairpin close at hand and said, "You want to kill me?"

She said: "Let me go."

His eyes were gentle and dark, with a silent sense of oppression that made people uneasy. He forcibly grasped her wrist and brought the silver hairpin closer and closer.

"Silver hairpins can't kill people."

Meng Tangan deliberately tried to struggle, but was held closer, frowning, until the tip of the hairpin touched the fragile blood vessels in his neck!

"But you can kill me."

Just like Xie Xun said.

He cannot guard against the person next to him for the rest of his life.

If one day, he really died in Meng Tangan's hands.

He admits.

Meng Tangan sat upright and looked down at Xie Xun. Her peach blossom eyes were reddish and pitiful. She clenched the hairpin tightly in her hand, and her nails were turning white.

"Want to try?" He smiled coldly. He was a high-ranking, elegant and cold person, and he just put his life in her hands.

That slender neck, the blood vessels under the hairpin.

Extremely fragile.

She just needs to stab it in.

He is really going to die.

It really does.

Meng Tang'an shook his fingertips, and the hairpin pierced a little, and blood beads came out, bright red and dazzling, and rolled down.

Xie Xun made no move and was defenseless.

"Let me go!" she said again.

"Stop making trouble." Xie Xun hugged her into his arms and sighed.

The silver hairpin fell from my hand and fell to the ground, stained with blood!

"If you really want to leave, please lie to me." His voice was a bit sarcastic, "Don't be so perfunctory, and don't give up halfway.

Meng Tangan looked at him in shock.

"You made me believe it, and you might have cheated me out of my life." Xie Xun met her disbelieving gaze and said calmly.

"Lie to me, do you understand?"

Xie Xun hated lies the most in his life, but this time, he took the initiative to hand over the scam to Meng Tangan.

"Really?" The woman's eyes were dark and beautiful, as if she could speak.

He looked into her eyes and said, "Really, I won't lie to you."

Meng Tang'an remained silent, staring at the blood drops on his neck, wondering what he was thinking.

"Go to sleep." He held her in his arms and kissed her forehead gently, his movements loving and his voice low.

Meng Tangan suddenly came closer and kissed the wound on the side of his neck with her soft and thin lips!

When the warmth and softness fell on the skin without warning, Xie Xun's fingertips froze, and he was a little stunned.

This is the first time Meng Tangan has taken the initiative in such a long time.

He didn't expect to get a response from her.

The woman looked at him, swallowed the blood, and asked in a soft voice, "Does it hurt?"

This feeling almost makes people crazy.

Meng Tangan knows how to seduce Xie Xun so well that he is defeated.

For countless days and nights, no one knew his weaknesses better than she did.

Xie Xun's eyes turned red and he laughed hoarsely: "It hurts."

Meng Tang'an approached him gently, blew on his wound, and curled his eyes, "It won't hurt if you kiss him, right? Xun Lang."

"But I still feel so much pain...Meng Tang'an."

In fact, what they said did not mean the same thing. Meng Tangan understood it, then pretended not to understand, muttering a little dissatisfied and coquettishly: "You should take the initiative..."

At this moment.

All reason and calmness were abandoned by Xie Xun. He inserted the silver hairpin into her hair again, uncontrollably holding the back of her neck, his eyes intense!

Meng Tang'an is sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and Xie Xun feels pain and love at the same time.

She wanted his life, so Xie Xun just gave it to her.

Actually.

He knew she was lying to him, and she also knew he knew it.

They acted in a play together.

The only difference is that Xie Xun is willing to leave.

Time passed like this, and they were passionate, romantic, and in love forever.

As long as Meng Tang thinks about it, she can use any means to make people fall.

During this period, she only made one request.

——When I say I love you, you must never say you love me!

Xie Xun said yes.

Dali Temple.

"You seem very happy." Xie Quyan said.

"Is it that obvious?" Xie Xun was stunned for a moment.

Xie Quyan was really speechless: "There are only two big words on the top of your head - happy, do you think it is obvious or not?"

Xie Xun is not just a little bit good, he is like a breath of fresh air. Everyone around him can feel it, as if he is a different person!

But for Xie Xun.

The happier you are, the sadder you are.

Falling deeper and deeper.

"Very good." Xie Xun smiled, stroking the white pearl earrings, which he had never returned to Meng Tang'an. He thought about asking Li Ji, a century-old store, to give them to him when he returned home from Dali Temple later.

She buys peach blossom cakes.

"Have you reconciled with Meng Tangan?"

"Well, we've made up." Xie Xun's eyes were soft and his tone became more and more precious, "You should call her sister-in-law."

Xie Quyan was indignant.
To be continued...