The origin of the star lotus world

Chapter 20 Preface (40), Preface (41)

preamble(40),
King Qing stood in front of me and directly stepped on my hand. I shrank my arms and quickly curled up, looking at King Qing in despair and fear.

But at the moment he is smiling calmly, without any ferocity or evil, but there is a touch of helplessness and sadness in his eyes, even the inexplicable desolation that cannot be revealed...

He lifted my chin and pulled me up from the ground, but I looked at him with wide eyes widened in horror as if I saw a bloody ghost.King Qing approached my face, and then held my chin with both hands, he actually started to look at me gently and kindly, and then spoke to me softly.

"You are trembling like this, are you afraid that Mu Yue will see your death too badly? I beg you, I will keep you! I beg you, I will forgive you! I beg you, I can say anything!" King Qing's tone actually carried the meaning of bewitching me. With his warm eyes, he advised me to surrender completely to His Royal Highness immediately.

But I stared at him with empty eyes full of despair, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered...

After a while, King Qing whispered to me in a more magnetic and magical tone like the sounds of nature.

"Do you like Lin Muyue? Was it because of him that you cried when you were sleeping just now?" After King Qing, who had a blazing body fragrance mixed with a sexy drunken smell, finished speaking, he used With eyes full of warmth, he looked at me deeply, quietly, sincerely and flawlessly, as if he was looking forward to my answer.

preamble(41),
I nodded, of course I like my younger brother Mu Yue, he was on the verge of death after blocking Wang Zhen's slap for me, I was also crying so hard that I almost collapsed.

Seeing my straightforward expression, King Qing gently let go of my chin, looked at me blankly for a while, and then turned around.

Then there was a deep sigh of incomparable pain, and then King Qing walked away from me slowly.

"Come here, come and sit here." King Qing seemed to know he was tired, and said to me warmly with a strong tiredness in his tone.

I turned around and saw that he was sitting sideways on the bright crystal jade dragon chair illuminated by candles all over the pavilion, looking at the night outside the pavilion, I walked over by a ghost and sat up too, Obviously, he was terribly afraid just now.

Now King Qing seems to be a little physically weak, so will he be more tolerant and not torture me with punishment?
(End of this chapter)