He stretched out his hand involuntarily and held her hand. Her fingers trembled lightly in his palm, like a slippery little fish that would slip out if he wasn't careful. He held her tightly and gently Immediately, she threw herself into his arms.
One of the man's palms wrapped around her waist. Her waist was so slender that it seemed like it would break with just a pinch. The man's heart was pounding as he held her soft waist with his palm. , I dare not use force, and I am reluctant to let go.
The sound of his nervous and frantic heartbeat could be heard clearly. Shen Ning lay on his chest and chuckled softly.
"Husband, won't you take off the hijab for me?" Her teasing voice floated out from under the hijab. It was light and soft, like a small brush tickling the man's heart.
The man calmed down and recovered from his confusion.
He took a breath and took off the red silk scarf on her head, and what he saw was her flowery smile.
Her eyes were clear and bright, deep and black, like black grapes soaked in mist, and they were full of gentle smiles.
"Husband, do I look good?" The corners of her lips curled up like a blooming lily.
"Good-looking." The man couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple, swallowing, and his eyes fell on her full and red lips.
She heard his heart beating fast and fast. As long as she gave the slightest hint, he would kiss her on the lips without hesitation.
But she didn't want to do that.
She raised her eyelashes and smiled brightly.
"Husband, I also want to see you. I wonder if you look good without the mask. Can you show me your face?"
She raised her face and exhaled like a blue breath, and the "husband" she shouted was even softer and waxier, like a strand of honey, so sweet that her heart would melt.
The man nodded as if he was bewitched.
"Okay." His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
She smiled softly, raised her right arm and put it on his shoulder. This man was so tall that she had to look up to see his mask.
Her left hand slowly raised and touched the cold silver mask.
The man did not dodge, standing in front of her like a stone statue, holding her waist with both hands, letting her fingers linger and caress his mask.
"This mask is so exquisitely carved and beautiful. I wonder what you will look like under the mask." She whispered.
The man lowered his head slightly and stared at her.
"It may surprise you, or it may scare you." He said in a low and hoarse voice.
"Really? But I'm very brave, so maybe I won't be afraid."
She chuckled and slowly moved her fingers to the back of his head to untie the silk ribbon on the mask.
The man held his breath and stared at her through the slits in his mask without blinking.
Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain erupted on the back of his neck.
His muscles tightened and he suddenly grabbed her left hand.
A blood-stained hairpin was held tightly in her palm, and blood was dripping from the pointed tip.
That's his blood!
"You want to kill me?" He said through gritted teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
what a pity!
Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he still couldn't stab him to death with a hairpin.
Shen Ning shrugged her shoulders with regret and said calmly: "Yes, I wanted to kill you, but unfortunately I couldn't succeed."