Wen Qing's body froze, and she slowly raised her eyes, only to see Sikong standing on the steps, with a smile on her lips, looking at him gently.
It was obviously a gentle tone and a warm expression, but Wen Qing's heart was flabbergasted, and his back began to feel cold.
He pinched his palms nervously, quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at Sikong, for fear that he would not be able to perform well.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, as if he wanted to greet Sikong in a normal tone, but he stuttered when he opened his mouth: "Okay, what a coincidence."
"Yes." Sikong lowered his eyes, completely ignoring Wen's trembling voice.
His eyes fell on Wen Qing's lips involuntarily.
Wen Qing's lips were bright red, and the soft tip of her tongue could be faintly seen between opening and closing.
This human being obviously has no intention of seducing people, but every move, word and deed is inexplicably involved in their emotions and desires.
Staring at Wen Qing's lips, Sikong remembered Yu Xing's words.
[You are so greedy, are two sons not enough?]
[If Sikong sees it... Do you think he will join?]
Sikong didn't think so last night, but now that Wen Qing appeared in front of him, he felt that the answer was yes.
Especially when I saw the gentle appearance when Yu Xing kissed her.
Sikong half closed his eyes, countless thoughts flashed through in the blink of an eye.
I want to kiss Wen Qing, I want to ravage his tender lips.
Listening to the warm, wet and greasy hum, I want to see the complex expression of pain and joy on his face.
Sikong's eyes became darker and darker, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.
Wen Qing didn't know what Sikong was thinking, he only felt Sikong's extraordinarily fiery eyes, and his heart beating nervously.
Even if he didn't know the reason, he knew it wouldn't be a good thing.
Wen Qing clenched his palms tightly, feeling a dull pain in his palms, his brain was running fast, and after a while, he said to Sikong: "That, that mirror..."
"What the hell is it?"
Wen gently exhaled, hiding the nervousness and fear in his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Sikong blankly.
Sikong looked into his clear eyes, and his mind was filled with the appearance of these eyes becoming wet and red, full of love.
He said slowly: "That is a relic left by my father."
"Mother wants it, so naturally someone will bring it to you."
Wen touched it lightly, and the mirror actually belonged to Sikong's father.
Not Sikong.
Wen Qing remembered something that she had forgotten.
If the three young masters come out of the mirror, they first need the real Sikong, Yuxing, and Jiyu.
The three young masters were created by their father.
The real master of the castle should be stronger than Sikong, Yuxing and Ji Yu.
is the fourth god.
Or... Sikong and their real father
...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, his copy seemed to involve something extraordinary.
He couldn't help but pursed his lips tightly.
Sikong looked at his tightly pursed lips, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Don't you like that mirror?"
Wen Qing nodded, and said slowly, "I'm not used to it."
"Can the mirror be retracted?"
Hearing this, Sikong laughed lowly: "That is already yours."
Wen gently lowered his eyelashes, as expected, Sikong wasn't going to help him with the mirror issue.
Sikong walked down a step, and said flatly: "Your things, you can do whatever you want."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Sikong said lightly: "He is just a human being."
"Human beings are fragile."
"I will die any moment."
After finishing speaking, Sikong slowly stroked Wen Qing's hand, and said calmly: "Whatever you need, just ask Asha directly."
Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and she understood Sikong's meaning.
Sikong wanted him to kill.
Kill Wen Jing.
Wen lightly flexed his fingers, not daring to say anything more, and said dryly, "I see."
He cautiously tried to retract his hand, and the next second, his wrist was bound by Sikong.
Wen Qing said in a low voice: "You go to work first."
Sikong wrapped his wrists without letting go, and asked casually, "Where are you going?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled: "Go back to the room."
"Really," Sikong looked at his nervous appearance, and chuckled lightly, "Recently, there have been a lot of people missing in the castle. If you're bored, why don't you go pick out maids with me."
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled in fright, Sikong's lack of words meant death.
He said slowly, "I'm not bored, it's fine."
Sikong asked again: "Then do you want to go see flowers together?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled even more: "No, no need..."
Not knowing what Sikong would ask next, he took the initiative to say, "I'm a little tired and want to go back to my room to rest."
Wen Qing tried to take a step up, Sikong held his wrist, and said with a light smile: "Since you are not used to the mirror in the room, you might as well go to my room to rest."
Wen Qing paused.
Sikong only gave him three options.
Compared with looking at human blood roses and going to Sikong's room, it is safer to choose a maid.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and whispered, "I, I'm suddenly a little bored."
"Let's go pick a maid."
Sikong let out a low laugh, and slowly let go of his hand.
Wen exhaled lightly, followed behind Sikong, and walked downstairs slowly.
This time I didn't go to the cabin of the gardener, but a living room on the first floor of the castle.
The living room occupies a very large area, with oil paintings hanging on the wall and sofa seats in the center.
Sikong casually took the central seat.
Wen Qing paused in his footsteps, and sat down on the single seat of the sofa beside him calmly.
With a certain distance from Sikong, he relaxed a little.
"Master, madam."
A familiar voice sounded, Wen Qing raised his eyes and looked over, it was Asha and Lily.
The two stood in front of Sikong, Lily bowed her head and said, "It will take some time for the newcomers to enter the rose garden."
Sikong responded, tapped the sofa with his fingertips, and told Asha: "Bring some things Madam likes to eat."
"yes."
Soon, Asha came back with cake and milk tea.
She put down the cake and made a cup of milk tea for Wen Qing. Just as she handed it to Wen Qing, she suddenly heard a deep voice: "Asha."
Asha's hand trembled in fright, and the teacup turned over.
Wen Qing hurriedly dodged sideways, the milk tea didn't pour on her body, and all fell on the sofa.
Asha's face turned pale, and she knelt down on the ground with a plop.
Before she could speak, Sikong said flatly: "So careless..."
"Soiled the lady's seat."
Wen Qing's heart sank, Sikong called Asha on purpose.
Dissatisfied with myself sitting here.
Asha's body trembled, her face was ashen, and she stumbled and said, "Please, Madam please punish Asha..."
Wen Qing took a deep breath and said softly, "It's okay."
He stood up slowly and walked towards Sikong: "I'll just change my position."
Wen Qing walked over to Sikong and sat down. He didn't dare to get too close or too far away, keeping half an arm's distance from Sikong's body.
Asha was still kneeling on the ground, trembling with fright.
Wen said softly, "Asha, I want black tea, go and get it."
"Yes," Asha quickly stood up and stumbled out.
She didn't forget to close the door when she left.
Only Wen Qing and Si Kong were left in the living room.
Feeling the lingering coolness around him, Wen gently flexed his fingers, his heart speeding up with tension.
The living room was extremely quiet, and he could clearly hear his own breathing and heartbeat.
very nervous.
Sikong must also know that he is afraid.
Just as she was thinking, Wen Qing felt a hand suddenly appear on her waist.
His body trembled and he almost jumped up.
Sikong knew the reason and asked: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing whispered, "Yes, it's a little cold."
In the next second, Wen Qing felt the hand on her waist suddenly warm up.
It wasn't just Sikong's hand, the surrounding chill suddenly faded, followed by heat, and the indoor temperature seemed to rise by several degrees.
It didn't take long for Wen Qing to feel a little parched from the heat.
He tried his best to ignore Sikong's hand, picked up the teacup, raised his head and drank a whole glass of water.
The action of Wen Qing drinking water was urgent and nervous, and a little water splashed on his cheeks.
He put down the teacup, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sikong looking directly at him.
Wen Qing's heart tightened, and before he had time to do anything, Sikong suppressed his hand.
Sikong pressed his hand with one hand, slowly raised the other hand, put it on his cheek, and said softly: "Your face is wet."
"I'll wipe it for you."
After finishing the words, Sikong pressed his fingertips on the water drops and slowly wiped them to his lips.
There was a coolness on Wen Qing's lips, and then, Sikong's wet fingertips pressed against his lips.
Sikong flexed his fingers, put his fingertips into his lips, and gently pushed them away.
"Your lips are wet too, Mother."