Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

"I..." Her heart was pounding.

For some reason, she has never been in love, but she has an instinctive fear of love.

The fear of falling, the feeling of not being able to control your emotions.

It seems—once you fall into it, it will be beyond redemption...

She shook her head subconsciously, eager to avoid this topic, but couldn't think of anything else for a while. [

His little face flushed.

Gong Yanmo stared at her with burning eyes.

Suddenly, he slowly opened his mouth again: "Little rabbit, if you don't need to worry about little Prince Lin's affairs, but I want to marry you, will you still run away?"

The look in his eyes was unprecedentedly serious.

Feng Lingyan froze for a moment.

If Gong Yanmo forced the marriage, would she run away?

Shaking her head, she didn't know either.

I like the feeling of being with him, but I feel that he is not simple,

This man is too black-bellied, too unpredictable, and always speaks half-truths and half-false words.

She also couldn't figure out when he was sincere and when he was fake?

She is a killer, suspicious by nature, and has a strong sense of self-protection.

Get used to being in control of everything around you, including your own emotions.

And love, for a killer, is almost a luxury.

Desiring but not daring to have...

Seeing her not answering for a long time, the light in Gong Yanmo's eyes dimmed little by little, leaving only a deep blackness.

After a while, the corners of his lips curled up, and a smile appeared.

It was mocking and ironic: "Okay, I understand! Your Royal Highness, the minister has made a move, you can go."

"you……"

Feng Lingyan seemed to be struck by thunder, and his face turned pale little by little. [

She looked up at him.

But he didn't look at her anymore, and slammed the table: "Xiao Er, serve the wine!"