Mo Xi'er stared at him blankly, reading his eyes carefully, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Qing Muchen, let me go!" Guessing what he wanted to do, Mo Xier's hand struggled fiercely in his hand.
She struggled vigorously. Mo Xier considered herself to be a weak person, but in front of Qing Muchen, all her strength seemed to have no effect.
Qing Muchen held her hand tightly and looked at her coldly, smiling darkly.
"Don't you want to go down? I'll help you!" Looking at her condescendingly, his voice seemed to come from the cold cellar.
Mo Xi'er's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes swept across his face coldly. Seeing the cold look on his face, a flash of panic flashed across her eyes.
Just as she was about to grab his hand with her backhand, Qing Muchen suddenly let go of her hand -
Mo Xi'er's face changed in shock, and before she could react, she leaned forward and fell towards the lake.
"Qing Muchen, you've changed your attitude!"
Mo Xi'er cursed, and his face turned pale in shock when his body was about to touch the lake.
Qing Muchen's movements were very slow, and he did not let go after making her lose her focus.
What he did was undoubtedly a kind of chronic torture for Mo Xier.
Seeing that she was about to touch the lake, her face turned pale, but he held her hand behind her.
Even if Mo Xi'er has never suffered such a loss, he can imagine how low the temperature of the lake water is in winter.
Qing Muchen was either trying to make her fall into the trap, or he was slowly torturing her!
Did he want to throw her into the water and continue tossing her
Mo Xi'er had heard about how ruthless Qing Muchen was from a long time ago.
In the three days since arriving at this villa, Mo Xier's impression of him has actually changed a lot.
If Qing Muchen really throws her away, all his images with her will definitely return to their original form!
Mo Xi'er tried several times to break free from his grasp, but failed to do so. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly gave up her struggle.
"Qing Muchen, I hate you so much!" Mo Xi'er exclaimed when his body was about to be buried in the water after numbing his senses.
The man's grip on her tightened, and Mo Xier's falling body was stabilized in time by his movement.
Mo Xi'er was slightly startled, her gaze turned to him stiffly, and she seemed to be stunned for a moment.
Qing Muchen squatted down in front of her, without pulling her up or throwing her down. With this posture, he followed her words and asked, "Do you like him?"
The "him" in his mouth refers to Mo Ye.
Mo Xier knew very well that his answer would directly determine his current fate.
However, her temper is stubborn.
Regardless of her feelings for Mo Ye, why should she explain them to him
Mo Xi'er was dissatisfied with his behavior just now, gritted her teeth and did not answer.
Qing Muchen's expression, which had already softened slightly, suddenly turned cold again under her silence.
silence.
The atmosphere between the two was surprisingly weird.
Mo Xier tensed up and stared at the nearby lake, ready to be thrown into it at any time.
She just has a character that would rather endure hardship than compromise easily.
The man behind him was very cold, and even though his back was turned to him, Mo Xier was still clearly aware of it.
Silence continued between the two.
Qing Muchen had a cold face and remained quiet for about two to three minutes. Then the hand holding her suddenly moved -