Under the candlelight, Mo Qingcheng was wearing a bright red bustier embroidered with silver floral flowers, a bright red gauze skirt with gold threads on the lower body, and a layer of floor-length gauze of the same color on the outside. Her fair, snow-like skin was vaguely visible.

The clothes are fluttering, but her eyes are as charming as silk, her red lips are smiling, and although her hair is not tied up, for a moment, she is full of charm...

Feng Nishang was used to seeing Mo Qingcheng dressed in tatters and slovenly, but for a moment, she was extremely stunning...

Mo Qingcheng blinked his eyes as bright as black crystals, stared at Feng Nishang with a smile, and said with an idiotic look on his face

"I'm pretty..." The way she spoke was even more exaggerated than Sister Furong. It was called narcissism...

Feng Nishang only twitched the corner of her mouth and looked away. She neither said she looked good nor said she looked ugly... she just pressed Mo Qingcheng in front of the dressing table stiffly...

Hands as beautiful as jade combs shuttled through Mo Qingcheng's hair. Within a moment, her black hair was high and she looked at Liuli... She looked at the jewelry box again, bit her lip, and suddenly took out something from her waist.

Looking at it, it turns out to be a dark red jade hosta. It looks very delicate. Just holding it in your hand, it is already very agile...

Mo Qingcheng's thoughts were still immersed in the tingling feeling like an electric shock when Feng Nishang held up her hair. Even now, it still lingers in Mo Qingcheng's nerves...

She couldn't give a reason, so she could only be anxious. When she looked up, she was shocked to the spot by the face in the mirror...

Is this her? Why doesn't even she know that she looks like this when she dresses up... Let's use the word "beautiful country" to describe it...

So he turned his head and said in a good mood

"Thank you for the hairpin..."

Feng Nishang's face turned red, she looked out the window awkwardly, and said unintentionally

"I have to pay it back..."

Mo Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, patted Feng Nishang on the shoulder, and said ambiguously as if the two brothers were good friends.

"It's not a gift from some lover, right? I'll return it to you when I'm done using it..."

Feng Nishang was angry, but she said no more. She had a feeling...there seemed to be something different about this woman...

When she laughed, she still had the smile of a wretched villain, and when she spoke, she still had that sultry tone... As long as she looked at it, she just felt something was wrong... Speaking of it, it felt like she had been reborn...

Mo Qingcheng didn't realize it at all. He just took Feng Nishang's hand and walked out the door...while walking.
Chapter completed!