Chapter 1179 - Lingling!
Chapter 1179: Lingling!
“Let’s go, Silver Mask King.” Tang Mo’er was about to leave.
A deep, magnetic voice rang in her ears. “Sister, hold on for a bit. I’ll change my clothes and go with you.”
Tang Mo’er turned around to look at Lu Yeming, her lashes fluttered gently. “There’s no need for you to come, Yeming. Silver Mask King has a chauffeur who will take me back.”
Lu Yeming remained expressionless. “I will accompany you.”
Turning around, he went upstairs.
Tang Mo’er watched her younger brother from the back and her heart melted at his protectiveness. Her younger brother had grown up, he had become so overbearing now.
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A few limousines stopped on the lawn of the Snow Mountain Residence and Tang Mo’er got down the limousine.
The car window wound down, revealing Lu Yeming’s handsome face. Tang Mo’er waved at him. “Yeming, I’ll go in first. Wait for me here.”
Lu Yeming sat in the back and smiled. “Okay.”
Tang Mo’er entered the Snow Mountain Residence.
Xuan Ying witnessed the scene and he went in front, looking at Lu Yeming. “West Duke, you seem to feel something more for your elder sister.”
Lu Yeming leaned against the seat, looking at Xuan Ying nonchalantly. “Feng Lingxue seemed to have gone to the North Palace during her disappearance. Silver Mask King, if you have that much time to spare, you should probably mind your own business.”
With his eyes shifting, Xuan Ying moved his lips as he said, “Don’t worry, I’m clear about my own matters, more so than anyone else.”
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Tang Mo’er went upstairs and looked at Xuan Ying, who followed behind her. “Where’s Miss Feng’s room?”
Xuan Ying pointed at the servants’ room in the front.
When Tang Mo’er pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes scanned the surroundings.
“Stop looking, no one can hide here.” Xuan Ying’s tone was cold.
Indeed, the servant room wasn’t well furnished. There was only a bed, a window and a closet. It was a small space, one glance and one could finish looking at it.
Tang Mo’er’s gaze landed on the closet. She went in front, pulling open the doors to the closet.
Opening the doors, a row of clothes was hanging inside and behind those clothes, a figure huddled up in a corner.
Xuan Ying’s expression changed, he instantly rushed in front, pulling away those clothes.
Feng Lingxue huddled inside, she was asleep. She really was asleep, wearing just a thin dress and hugging her knees, she hid in the closet like a kitten that was playing hide-and-seek.
Xuan Ying felt a twinge in his chest. He helped tidy her hair so it wasn’t in her face. Her face was completely pale, her lips pink and supple, that harmless countenance made one want to kiss her.
Seeing her like this, Xuan Ying didn’t move, he continued looking at her for a long time.
Bending over, he carried her out of the closet.
He stretched his legs out, carrying her out of the servant’s room and kicked open the door to his master bedroom. Then he placed her on the soft bed.
Even while she was moved, Feng Lingxue was still asleep, she hadn’t woken up and her limbs were chilled to the bone.
His assistant, Ah Zhou walked over, bringing a tablet in front of Xuan Ying as he reported, “Master, we’ve just obtained the surveillance camera tape. Miss Feng came back yesterday, early in the morning.”
Xuan Ying’s gaze riveted on Ah Zhou.
Ah Zhou lowered his head. “Master, this shows that Miss Feng has been hiding in the closet for two whole days. She hasn’t eaten a thing, just sleeping the entire two days.”
Xuan Ying suddenly furrowed his brows. What kind of person would even hide in a closet for two whole days and not come out?
Yuyu’s voice rang beside his ears—-Feng Lingxue is a madwoman, she’s insane, she definitely isn’t mentally sound!
Xuan Ying’s gaze turned frosty cold.
“Silver Mask King,” Tang Mo’er came and said, “I haven’t had the chance to interact with Miss Feng much but I do know that she feels really empty inside. She’s in need of warmth and affection. No matter what happened between the two of you in the past, I really hope that you can put the past behind and treat her well.”
All she was met with was silence. It took him a while before he finally spoke. “Ah Zhou, show the guest out.”
“Miss Tang, this way please.”
With that, Tang Mo’er left.
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The room was finally silent, leaving only him and her behind. Xuan Ying took off his coat, lifting the blanket to lay beside her. Stretching out his arm, he pulled her into his arms, letting her head rest on his chest.
He was transmitting his body warmth to her.
Feng Lingxue could feel the warmth even while she was in her sleep. She moved closer, her hands moving into her shirt, placing them on his eight pack.
Xuan Ying smiled, she wasn’t foolish at all, she knew where to place her cold hands to get warmth. He drifted back into his memories, back when they were still at Ah Jiao’s Room.
It was winter, her face red and her hands cold. She ran over, asking, “Brother Ying, which part of your body is the warmest?”
“What?” He was perplexed.
She charged over, running into his arms as she had her hands inside his shirt, gathering warmth from his eight pack. “Your stomach must be the warmest part. Brother Ying, why is your stomach so hard? Are these abs? Wow! One. Two. Three… seven, eight… Brother Ying, you have an eight pack!”
Her delicate fingers moved around on his abs, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
His waist went numb after being touched by her, even his face turned red. He was already 18 years old back then and knew everything he should at that age.
“Lingling, stop touching!” He pressed her hand.
“Oh.” She was obedient, not touching him anymore.
He wrapped his hand around her waist, hugging her. They leaned on each other for warmth that winter.
Xuan Ying came out of those memories, lowering his eyes to look at the beauty in his arms. He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her hair, saying, “Back then, I wanted to tell you that the warmest part of my body wasn’t here, but here…”
He held her hand, moving downwards…
Feng Lingxue hadn’t woken up yet, but her cold body slowly turned warm.
Xuan Ying lowered his head, kissing her red lips.
He didn’t dare to kiss her last time, didn’t dare to touch her back then. Even when he had a reaction down there, he would always try to hide it, he was afraid that she would see it.
He locked himself in a room, relieving himself of the discomfort and releasing his load. Right before he came, he couldn’t help but call her name. “Lingling… Lingling!”
He loved her since all those years ago.
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After leaving the Snow Mountain Residence, Tang Mo’er got in the limousine to return to the West Palace.