Chapter 46.1
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46. The Secret (1)
Yu Qingjia froze for a moment, before she could even react, Murong Yan was already laughing at her.
Yu Qingjia’s cheeks immediately reddened, Murong Yan is indeed handsome.
He would just casually sit there doing nothing, and maids would stop to gapingly stare at him.
If he strikes someone and assassinates them with his appearance on display, it would definitely attract unwanted attention.
It might even disturb the morale of an army, whether of the enemy or of his side.
For the success of an operation, he does need to cover his face.
Murong Yan’s mask was a face with silver fangs, It was covering everything from his forehead to his chin, leaving only a pair of eyes that could be filled with killing intention at any moment.
His good looks are known to everyone, and for this reason it even interferes with his normal actions.
It is indeed a bit distressing that others would always stare at him in a daze without knowing it, but how can anyone flaunt such a thing about himself?
Yu Qingjia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glaring, and she threw an eye-dagger at him,
“Shameless, who’s looking at you?”
After saying that, perhaps to add some convincing power to her words, Yu Qingjia leaned over and reached out for the mask on the narrow wooden table over,
“I was obviously looking at this.”
Murong Yan simply dismissed her clumsy cover-up, he didn’t even bother to dismantle it.
Yu Qingjia finally touched the mask, and after fiddling with it curiously for a long time, she asked,
“Why didn’t you let me touch it on the carriage earlier?”
Yu Qingjia’s slender fingers held onto the silver-fang evil beast mask for a while, with her fingertips pressing curiously on the fangs.
The young girl smiled coquettishly under the lamp, and suddenly glanced at the person on the opposite side.
The inquisition in her tone was apparent, as if she’s been bullied.
It’s impossible to tell whether she’s complaining or simply being coquettish.
Murong Yan was watching this scene, and by the orange candlelight, he couldn’t help but notice that Yu Qingjia was wearing a black collar dress today, and her long hair was tied up with a delicate hairpin, and there were red glass bead tassels hanging from her temples.
The top of her body was dressed in a heavy black color, but her skirt was an extremely dense vermilion red, which did not show delicate, but instead matched the top jacket with a sober solemnity.
Murong Yan couldn’t help but think of poppies.
It was a red flower with black stamens.
It had bright colorful petals, but the stems are extremely slender, quietly swaying in the wind, making people worry that it won’t be able to support the gorgeous bloom on top.
Murong Yan finally figured out why he finds Yu Qingjia’s dress extremely favorable today, it turns out that its hues and colors were particularly similar to his.
Yu Qingjia was wearing a black dress, and red skirt, while Murong Yan was wearing an all black suit, with the fabric made of an extremely intricate and luxurious brocade.
Of which, the same colored dark pattern strewn over it.
Murong Yan himself looked extremely clear and beautiful with such a deep color.
With the two people sitting together, they both look really glamorous and stunning, like a pair in a painting with rich ink and color but with a gloomy tone.
Murong Yan was extremely satisfied with this.
If he hadn’t paid attention today, he wouldn’t have realized that he always wears white clothes, but Yu Qingjia prefers to wear a brighter color——
Yu Qingjia is cheerful and lively, obviously not in the same world as him.
No wonder he always felt uncomfortable being around her in the past, but it was quite different today.
This beauty is currently wearing a black dress and a red skirt.
She is currently playing around with an extremely cold and fierce mask under the candlelight.
Her actions seem to be attracting the person watching, making him want to come forward and try and see if she breaks easily once she’s bent over.
Yu Qingjia waited for a long time but did not hear Murong Yan’s response, she turned her head strangely, and saw Murong Yan’s gaze falling on her slender wrist, she didn’t know what he was thinking.
Yu Qingjia thought that Murong Yan was distracted, so she stretched out her hand across the table in great displeasure, wanting to slap his shoulder hard.
But just as Yu Qingjia raised her hand, Murong Yan suddenly grabbed it.
He lowered his head to look at it carefully.
Her wrist was so thin, and weak that he could wrap it loosely with only two fingers.
Murong Yan had an exquisite appearance and slender bones, but he was born with great strength. He was really curious if he could break her wrist if he bent it over like this..
Yu Qingjia’s wrist was held, and there was still a small table between them.
After it was clasped tightly, she could only lean forward, with her posture being extremely awkward.
She struggled again uncomfortably, and said,
“Let go, you haven’t answered my question yet!”
Yu Qingjia exerted her force, and Murong Yan had to let go.
With his suddenly empty hand, Murong Yan didn’t know whether he should be sorry or glad.
He was born with a strong appetite for destruction, sometimes he could not control himself.
If he continues to play around like this, he himself can’t guarantee what will happen after.
Yu Qingjia glared at him again, and Murong Yan finally realized that Yu Qingjia seemed to be asking him something.
He very innocently asked back,
“What did you just say?”
The fire in Yu Qingjia’s heart rushed to the halfway point, but she forced it down again.
For the sake of Murong Yan being an injured person, she once again asked nicely,
“When we were on the carriage earlier, why didn’t you let me touch this mask?”
Murong Yan carelessly said ‘Oh’, and continued with a,
“At that time there were outsiders, and I did not want to pay attention to them.”
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46. The Secret (1)
Yu Qingjia froze for a moment, before she could even react, Murong Yan was already laughing at her.
Yu Qingjia’s cheeks immediately reddened, Murong Yan is indeed handsome.
He would just casually sit there doing nothing, and maids would stop to gapingly stare at him.
If he strikes someone and assassinates them with his appearance on display, it would definitely attract unwanted attention.
It might even disturb the morale of an army, whether of the enemy or of his side.
For the success of an operation, he does need to cover his face.
Murong Yan’s mask was a face with silver fangs, It was covering everything from his forehead to his chin, leaving only a pair of eyes that could be filled with killing intention at any moment.
His good looks are known to everyone, and for this reason it even interferes with his normal actions.
It is indeed a bit distressing that others would always stare at him in a daze without knowing it, but how can anyone flaunt such a thing about himself?
Yu Qingjia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glaring, and she threw an eye-dagger at him,
“Shameless, who’s looking at you?”
After saying that, perhaps to add some convincing power to her words, Yu Qingjia leaned over and reached out for the mask on the narrow wooden table over,
“I was obviously looking at this.”
Murong Yan simply dismissed her clumsy cover-up, he didn’t even bother to dismantle it.
Yu Qingjia finally touched the mask, and after fiddling with it curiously for a long time, she asked,
“Why didn’t you let me touch it on the carriage earlier?”
Yu Qingjia’s slender fingers held onto the silver-fang evil beast mask for a while, with her fingertips pressing curiously on the fangs.
The young girl smiled coquettishly under the lamp, and suddenly glanced at the person on the opposite side.
The inquisition in her tone was apparent, as if she’s been bullied.
It’s impossible to tell whether she’s complaining or simply being coquettish.
Murong Yan was watching this scene, and by the orange candlelight, he couldn’t help but notice that Yu Qingjia was wearing a black collar dress today, and her long hair was tied up with a delicate hairpin, and there were red glass bead tassels hanging from her temples.
The top of her body was dressed in a heavy black color, but her skirt was an extremely dense vermilion red, which did not show delicate, but instead matched the top jacket with a sober solemnity.
Murong Yan couldn’t help but think of poppies.
It was a red flower with black stamens.
It had bright colorful petals, but the stems are extremely slender, quietly swaying in the wind, making people worry that it won’t be able to support the gorgeous bloom on top.
Murong Yan finally figured out why he finds Yu Qingjia’s dress extremely favorable today, it turns out that its hues and colors were particularly similar to his.
Yu Qingjia was wearing a black dress, and red skirt, while Murong Yan was wearing an all black suit, with the fabric made of an extremely intricate and luxurious brocade.
Of which, the same colored dark pattern strewn over it.
Murong Yan himself looked extremely clear and beautiful with such a deep color.
With the two people sitting together, they both look really glamorous and stunning, like a pair in a painting with rich ink and color but with a gloomy tone.
Murong Yan was extremely satisfied with this.
If he hadn’t paid attention today, he wouldn’t have realized that he always wears white clothes, but Yu Qingjia prefers to wear a brighter color——
Yu Qingjia is cheerful and lively, obviously not in the same world as him.
No wonder he always felt uncomfortable being around her in the past, but it was quite different today.
This beauty is currently wearing a black dress and a red skirt.
She is currently playing around with an extremely cold and fierce mask under the candlelight.
Her actions seem to be attracting the person watching, making him want to come forward and try and see if she breaks easily once she’s bent over.
Yu Qingjia waited for a long time but did not hear Murong Yan’s response, she turned her head strangely, and saw Murong Yan’s gaze falling on her slender wrist, she didn’t know what he was thinking.
Yu Qingjia thought that Murong Yan was distracted, so she stretched out her hand across the table in great displeasure, wanting to slap his shoulder hard.
But just as Yu Qingjia raised her hand, Murong Yan suddenly grabbed it.
He lowered his head to look at it carefully.
Her wrist was so thin, and weak that he could wrap it loosely with only two fingers.
Murong Yan had an exquisite appearance and slender bones, but he was born with great strength. He was really curious if he could break her wrist if he bent it over like this..
Yu Qingjia’s wrist was held, and there was still a small table between them.
After it was clasped tightly, she could only lean forward, with her posture being extremely awkward.
She struggled again uncomfortably, and said,
“Let go, you haven’t answered my question yet!”
Yu Qingjia exerted her force, and Murong Yan had to let go.
With his suddenly empty hand, Murong Yan didn’t know whether he should be sorry or glad.
He was born with a strong appetite for destruction, sometimes he could not control himself.
If he continues to play around like this, he himself can’t guarantee what will happen after.
Yu Qingjia glared at him again, and Murong Yan finally realized that Yu Qingjia seemed to be asking him something.
He very innocently asked back,
“What did you just say?”
The fire in Yu Qingjia’s heart rushed to the halfway point, but she forced it down again.
For the sake of Murong Yan being an injured person, she once again asked nicely,
“When we were on the carriage earlier, why didn’t you let me touch this mask?”
Murong Yan carelessly said ‘Oh’, and continued with a,
“At that time there were outsiders, and I did not want to pay attention to them.”
46. The Secret 1Yu Qingjia froze for a moment, before she could even react, Murong Yan was already laughing at her.Yu Qingjia's cheeks immediately reddened, Murong Yan is indeed handsome.He would just casually sit there doing nothing, and maids would stop to gapingly stare at him.If he strikes someone and assassinates them with his appearance on display, it would definitely attract unwanted attention.It might even disturb the morale of an army, whether of the enemy or of his side.For the success of an operation, he does need to cover his face.Murong Yan's mask was a face with silver fangs, It was covering everything from his forehead to his chin, leaving only a pair of eyes that could be filled with killing intention at any moment.His good looks are known to everyone, and for this reason it even interferes with his normal actions.It is indeed a bit distressing that others would always stare at him in a daze without knowing it, but how can anyone flaunt such a thing about himself?Yu Qingjia's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glaring, and she threw an eye-dagger at him,Shameless, who's looking at you?After saying that, perhaps to add some convincing power to her words, Yu Qingjia leaned over and reached out for the mask on the narrow wooden table over,I was obviously looking at this.Murong Yan simply dismissed her clumsy cover-up, he didn't even bother to dismantle it.Yu Qingjia finally touched the mask, and after fiddling with it curiously for a long time, she asked,Why didn't you let me touch it on the carriage earlier?Yu Qingjia's slender fingers held onto the silver-fang evil beast mask for a while, with her fingertips pressing curiously on the fangs.The young girl smiled coquettishly under the lamp, and suddenly glanced at the person on the opposite side.The inquisition in her tone was apparent, as if she's been bullied.It's impossible to tell whether she's complaining or simply being coquettish.Murong Yan was watching this scene, and by the orange candlelight, he couldn't help but notice that Yu Qingjia was wearing a black collar dress today, and her long hair was tied up with a delicate hairpin, and there were red glass bead tassels hanging from her temples.The top of her body was dressed in a heavy black color, but her skirt was an extremely dense vermilion red, which did not show delicate, but instead matched the top jacket with a sober solemnity.Murong Yan couldn't help but think of poppies.It was a red flower with black stamens.It had bright colorful petals, but the stems are extremely slender, quietly swaying in the wind, making people worry that it won't be able to support the gorgeous bloom on top.Murong Yan finally figured out why he finds Yu Qingjia's dress extremely favorable today, it turns out that its hues and colors were particularly similar to his.Yu Qingjia was wearing a black dress, and red skirt, while Murong Yan was wearing an all black suit, with the fabric made of an extremely intricate and luxurious brocade.Of which, the same colored dark pattern strewn over it.Murong Yan himself looked extremely clear and beautiful with such a deep color.With the two people sitting together, they both look really glamorous and stunning, like a pair in a painting with rich ink and color but with a gloomy tone.Murong Yan was extremely satisfied with this.If he hadn't paid attention today, he wouldn't have realized that he always wears white clothes, but Yu Qingjia prefers to wear a brighter colorYu Qingjia is cheerful and lively, obviously not in the same world as him.No wonder he always felt uncomfortable being around her in the past, but it was quite different today.This beauty is currently wearing a black dress and a red skirt.She is currently playing around with an extremely cold and fierce mask under the candlelight.Her actions seem to be attracting the person watching, making him want to come forward and try and see if she breaks easily once she's bent over.Yu Qingjia waited for a long time but did not hear Murong Yan's response, she turned her head strangely, and saw Murong Yan's gaze falling on her slender wrist, she didn't know what he was thinking.Yu Qingjia thought that Murong Yan was distracted, so she stretched out her hand across the table in great displeasure, wanting to slap his shoulder hard.But just as Yu Qingjia raised her hand, Murong Yan suddenly grabbed it.He lowered his head to look at it carefully.Her wrist was so thin, and weak that he could wrap it loosely with only two fingers.Murong Yan had an exquisite appearance and slender bones, but he was born with great strength. He was really curious if he could break her wrist if he bent it over like this..Yu Qingjia's wrist was held, and there was still a small table between them.After it was clasped tightly, she could only lean forward, with her posture being extremely awkward.She struggled again uncomfortably, and said,Let go, you haven't answered my question yet!Yu Qingjia exerted her force, and Murong Yan had to let go.With his suddenly empty hand, Murong Yan didn't know whether he should be sorry or glad.He was born with a strong appetite for destruction, sometimes he could not control himself.If he continues to play around like this, he himself can't guarantee what will happen after.Yu Qingjia glared at him again, and Murong Yan finally realized that Yu Qingjia seemed to be asking him something.He very innocently asked back,What did you just say?The fire in Yu Qingjia's heart rushed to the halfway point, but she forced it down again.For the sake of Murong Yan being an injured person, she once again asked nicely,When we were on the carriage earlier, why didn't you let me touch this mask?Murong Yan carelessly saidOh',and continued with a,At that time there were outsiders, and I did not want to pay attention to them.
