The corners of Feng Sujin's mouth moved. She tried her best to show a carefree smile to Jun Mohan.
She wanted to tell him that she was not worried.
But at this moment, Feng Sujin suddenly felt the strong air pressure coming from Jun Mohan's body, and the temperature of the entire first floor dropped.
The strong air pressure on Jun Mohan suddenly enveloped her.
This made Feng Sujin dare not turn around and meet Jun Mohan's eyes. She felt that when she faced Jun Mohan, she would involuntarily feel weak and her eyes would reveal her heart.
So Feng Sujin pretended to be fine and leaned there, without turning her head, and said: "Now that we are all back in the imperial capital, we can go home and be happy. I have nothing to worry about."
After Feng Sujin said this, she felt the temperature in the air drop, and she felt a chill.
This cold air emanated from Jun Mohan's body, making Feng Sujin even less confident.
She even felt uneasy and couldn't help but move to one side, away from the cold air.
A faint and deep light suddenly flashed across Jun Mohan's eyes.
He stretched out his hand to grab Feng Sujin, let her sit on his lap with her legs spread, and fixed her whole body in his arms.
When Jun Mohan tried hard, Feng Sujin couldn't break free from Jun Mohan's arms.
And it's still this way.
Feng Sujin couldn't even struggle.
She could only lower her head.
Jun Mohan's aura was too strong. At this moment, Jun Mohan seemed to have guessed something, and the blood in his body was surging.
He looked at Feng Sujin with a deep look, then raised her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him.
"Ajin, tell me, what are you thinking about? Tell me what's on your mind."
When Jun Mohan said this, his tone was very domineering, completely different from his usual gentle tone.
There seemed to be a sense of anger.
Feng Sujin shrank her neck, her eyes flashed wildly, but she didn't look at Jun Mohan.
Jun Mohan's faint light became darker and darker, like a mist, but it seemed that a bloody and dark atmosphere suddenly rolled up.
There is a demonic aura in the stunning beauty, which is even more captivating.
Feng Sujin felt that her heartbeat was speeding up at this moment.
She couldn't resist Jun Mohan like this, and she felt like her heart was trembling.
"Mo... Mo Han..."
Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Feng Sujin stuttered when she spoke.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Jun Mohan's mouth, beautiful and delicate, but strangely strange.
His expression was lazy, but with a strong aura.
He said word by word: "Ajin, tell me, what are you thinking? Say it..."
Feng Sujin felt as if she was suffocating under Jun Mohan's breathing, and also had a feeling of being knocked unconscious.
She licked her lips, swallowed and said, "I...I didn't think about anything, I just thought about whether we would be separated again."
When Jun Mohan heard this, he was obviously very dissatisfied. His slender and delicate fingers lifted Feng Sujin's chin, and his eyes suddenly seemed to burn with flames, strange and hot.
It was the ultimate blackness, swallowing one's soul.
Feng Sujin felt as if she had suddenly entered the void and darkness, and her body could not help but tremble.
This kind of Jun Mohan was unfamiliar and frightened her.
She once again thought of his strange appearance that day with the Lingyue clan in the back mountain forest.
Although the wound on her heart had long since healed, at this moment, she still felt a pain in her heart.