Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 118 Promise
Qin Yanfeng didn't deliberately take advantage, he just didn't want Jiang Xian to recognize his identity.

After a while, Qin Yanfeng said: "If I let you go at this time, you will see my face."

Hearing this, Jiang Xian breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "So you're afraid that I'll see your face? It's not easy to handle. Let go of your hand, and I'll just turn around and close my eyes."

Qin Yanfeng raised his jaw slightly, "What should you do if you peek?"

"I'm not someone who likes to peek!" Jiang Xian said angrily, "Don't tell me you want to keep holding me down?"

Qin Yanfeng fell silent.

Usually you can't tell that Jiang Xian is sick and thin, but she is very fleshy and warm when hugged.On a cold and windy night in autumn, I was a little bit reluctant to let go...

As soon as this idea came up, Qin Yanfeng cast aside himself immediately.

How could he have such thoughts about Jiang Xian!
Qin Yanfeng shook his head, shook off the messy Qi Nian, and said coldly: "Okay, I'll let you go, turn around and close your eyes."

"Ah."

Jiang Xian obeyed obediently.

The moment Qin Yanfeng let go of her arm, she immediately closed her eyes, covered her eyes with her hands and turned around, "You should wear a mask."

She has no curiosity and doesn't care about other people's looks.Moreover, Qin Yanfeng threatened her not to take off the mask in various ways before, so if someone really looked at his face, he might goug his eyes.

Jiang Xian cherishes her life and body, she covers her eyes and refuses to look!
Qin Yanfeng glanced at her back, bent down to pick up the mask that fell on the grass, and covered her face again.

Putting on the mask, he felt safe in front of Jiang Xian.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Jiang Xian turned her head, but she still didn't dare to let go of her hands.She squinted her eyes and peeked out from between her fingers, making sure that Qin Yanfeng's mask was on, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Jiang Xian was quite puzzled about what happened just now.

She picked up the extinguished oil lamp on the ground and asked, "Do you have flint on you? I haven't finished washing the dishes yet."

Qin Yanfeng took out a gun and gave it to her.

Jiang Xian lit the oil lamp and held it in her hands. The warm yellow light coated her beautiful facial features with a layer of tenderness, making her look even more charming.

As if feeling Qin Yanfeng's direct gaze, Jiang Xian raised her eyes, thought for a while before saying, "Song Qi, can I ask why you always wear a mask?"

Could it be because of his identity as an assassin?
Wear a mask anytime, anywhere, and be more conspicuous.

Of course, Qin Yanfeng would not let her know that wearing a mask was just to prevent her from being alone.

He rolled his eyes, quickly thought of a reason, and started to fool around without changing his face, "Because I'm ugly."

"what?"

This was something Jiang Xian never expected.

Looking at his handsome and straight figure, she always felt that he was good-looking, even if he wasn't more handsome than Pan An Songyu, he should have good facial features.

After Jiang Xian was surprised, she comforted her: "Actually, you are born with good looks, which are given by your parents. You can't decide whether to be beautiful or ugly..."

"It's not ugly, it's ugly." Qin Yanfeng interrupted her chicken soup for the soul, looked up at the few remaining stars hanging in the sky, and sighed faintly, "When I was young, a fire broke out in my house. I couldn't escape and was destroyed by the fire The appearance is beyond recognition. I don’t show my true face, it’s for your own good, if you see it and have a nightmare, won’t it make me feel more guilty?”

Song Qi, a passer-by in "The Concubine is the Empress", has such a miserable experience?She thought the other party was ugly, but she didn't expect it to be disfigured.

Jiang Xian was in a complicated mood.

In the past, she thought that he was thinking about money, but now that she thinks about it, he is also one of the thousands of poor people in the world.

Jiang Xian raised her head, showed a kind smile, and promised, "Don't worry, I won't take off your mask without permission."

(End of this chapter)