The Queen of Gossip

"Lucifer..." She called him softly with her eyes shining.

Luo Xichen tilted his head slightly, staying only an inch away from her face, his ice blue eyes staring at her without blinking.

Without a trace of warmth, without a trace of charm.

His voice was calm: "Aren't you asleep?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mechelle's face, she bit her lower lip tightly, and whispered: "I..."

Luo Xichen's gaze became deeper and deeper, took a deep breath, and asked, "Wan Qing, are you willing to get engaged to me?"

Lying flat on the bed, like a beautiful butterfly, she nodded slightly shyly.

The same question, less than an hour apart, gave diametrically opposite answers.

"Why did you suddenly agree again?" His voice became clearer and clearer, and the meaning was unclear.

Mechelle opened her thin lips slightly, hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent.

"Answer my question." The ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the sharp edge flashed past.

His tone and attitude were very tough, and he couldn't tolerate her rejection.

Mechelle struggled a bit, her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes sparkled, and her voice was soft and waxy: "Lucifer...love..."

Luo Xichen frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "Can you change the sentence? Or, say a longer sentence?"

Mechelle looked a little anxious, the corners of her lips quivered slightly, and then she began to shake her head and babble, making indistinct weak monosyllables.

"Forget it, stop talking."

Luo Xichen took a deep breath, and then sighed heavily.

His tone was a little impatient and agitated, and Mechelle was flustered. She quickly grabbed his sleeve and took the initiative to hold his warm palm.

Luo Xichen was a little surprised, and met her expectant eyes.

"You never took the initiative to get close to me before, let alone shake my hand. What's wrong with you today?"

Mechelle's body froze, her eyes were slightly confused, and then she withdrew her little hand.

Luo Xichen didn't intend to just let her go, he caught up with the fleeing little hand, grabbed it by the wrist, and fixedly looked at her with an extremely serious and deep gaze.

"Are you afraid?"

Mechelle shook her head, the panic in her black pupils glowing with green light became more and more obvious until it spread to the whole face.

"Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Luo Xichen grabbed her wrist, locked her gaze, and did not allow her to back down.

"Let me guess, these days, the doctor that Mommy took you to see, the treatment method used for you is actually very effective, isn't it?"

Luo Xichen's lips curved into a dangerous arc.He watched her desperately shaking her head in a good mood.

"How much do you remember? Do you know who you are?"

Mechelle began to sweat coldly on her forehead, and said in a trembling voice, "Wan...Qing..."

"No, no, you know, what I want is not this answer."

A look of fear began to appear on Mechelle's face, and a twilight appeared on her eyes, and tears were condensed.

"Hey, don't cry, what's the use of crying, let's talk."

Luo Xichen raised his hand and gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.The movement is very light and soft.

"Come on, let's continue chatting. Wan Qing, do you remember a woman named Mechelle?"

The woman lying on the bed froze.