"Are you injured today?" The man's voice was filled with gentle concern.
Mu Zhiqing shook her head slightly, "No."
"Although there was a lot of commotion today, nothing major happened and it was not dangerous."
Ling Yunting raised his eyebrows and stared at Mu Zhiqing with a hint of seriousness. He opened his thin lips and said, "Zhiqing, what do you think our relationship is?"
Mu Zhiqing was slightly startled by the sudden question. What's the relationship
However, the man's gaze was too serious, like a clear spring, clear and gentle, making it impossible to avoid it.
"You are my... fiancé?"
The corners of the man's lips raised slightly, and the deep and hoarse voice came again.
"Then who is the person closest to you in this imperial city?"
His voice was full of magnetism, exuding bewitching power in the night, and his seductive appearance was even more tempting, as if he wanted to capture her completely.
Mu Zhiqing knew very well that in the entire Imperial City of Emperor Yue, the closest people to her were Ling Yunting and her fourth senior brother.
However, if she dared to mention the fourth senior brother's name at this time, she was almost certain that the fourth senior brother would not see the sun tomorrow.
So, there is only one answer left.
Facing the man's gentle gaze, her lips moved slightly, but she could not speak.
If she faced others, she would never feel this way. However, when she met Ling Yunting, every word seemed to be tainted with other meanings.
Even a title seems to be tinged with a bit of ambiguity...
Seeing the woman fall into silence and her ears gradually turning red, the helplessness in Ling Yunting's eyes gradually melted away, turning into burning peach blossoms, vying to bloom.
The corners of his lips slowly raised into a dazzling smile. Compared to her indifference and outright rejection, now she at least began to care about him...
very nice.
"Master Ling, this is for you."
Mu Zhiqing took out a belt and handed it to Ling Yunting.
The belt woven with gold thread is embroidered with complicated and exquisite totems, and is embellished with a few peach petals, but it is still generous.
What Ling Yunting is wearing today is the clothes given by Mu Zhiqing, and the belt matches the clothes very well.
Ever since she withdrew money from her black card yesterday, she had been feeling a little guilty. In addition, she found that Ling Yunting often wore the clothes she gave her, so she thought about making a belt to match it.
Coincidentally, she took advantage of today's opportunity to send it out.
Ling Yunting looked at the delicate belt in his hand, and there was a luster in his eyes, shining like stars.
"My lady is very clever with her hands."
He suddenly took Mu Zhiqing's hand and gently rubbed her fingertips, his handsome and perfect face filled with a touch of care.
"I like it very much, but I feel sad."
The tingling feeling on the fingertips that the man had rubbed spread all the way to the top of her heart, and the unabashed love and affection in his words made her heart tremble.
The gentle eyes and the caring voice are all intoxicating.
Mu Zhiqing withdrew her hand angrily, thinking to herself: We really can't stay with the big devil for long!
After finally bringing up one thing to change the subject, in the blink of an eye it came back again, and it was even more provocative!
"If you encounter danger in the future, remember to tell me." Ling Yunting was not surprised, with a warm and charming smile.
The woman's appearance was like sunshine, sweeping away his originally depressed mood.
Mu Zhiqing thought for a while and finally expressed her thoughts.
"Actually, I think there is no need to kill a chicken with a knife. That kind of role does not require you to act personally."