Chapter 8 Chapter Reparation

Aghia stared blankly at the Second Young Master Shen's bloodied face, and in her heart, in addition to the thrill of revenge, she couldn't help but feel a few chills.

This is Xie Jie, the tyrant who kills and takes away.

Xie Jie cupped her chin so that she had to look at him. Her eyes gradually rose to a layer of watery mist, and she looked away in horror, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, as if she would fall into tears if she pressed one more word.

"What are you afraid of?" The corners of Xie Jie's mouth curled up slightly. He seemingly smiling, gently brushing her hair, gentle coaxing, only his eyes clearly with a cool color, "He made a move on you. I took it out for you, and you fell out with me?"

"No, no..." Aghia's fingertips tightened. When she looked at him again, she took on a bit of dependence, and a slight blush surfaced on her face, as if she had gathered enough courage, "He has done much evil and committed disrespect. Your Majesty, it is already merciful for you to spare his life."

This is true. The Second Young Master Shen's evil deeds in Wancheng City would not be too much for him to die a hundred times.

"Mercy?" Xie Jie raised his eyebrows.

No one had ever dared to describe him like that. He is the one who is tough, tyrannical and murderous, but not merciful.

His eyes flashed a bit of mockery, the corners of his lips hooked, non-committal, his gaze fell carelessly on her hair, asking her meaningfully, "Why don't you decorate your hair with red plums today?"

I've already worn red clothes, and if I use red plums again, it's a bit gaudy, how can I create an impression of innocence and softness in your heart?

Aghia's eyes were brimming with color, overshadowing the different colors, "They say the plum blossoms in the temple have a spiritual nature, and it's not good to break more."

She curled her eyes, smiled coquettishly, winked, and asked him in return, "Don't I look good in this way?"

Yesterday she was cold and stubborn, but today she has shed the outer layer of disguise, and is instantly playful and bright.

Like a cat, when you first see it, it pretends to be reserved, until it is gradually familiar with you, meowing up, you can not help but feel soft with a very strong pride.

She grasped the psychology of men very accurately. Xie Jie twisted the rosary beads in his hands, and indeed the aura around him was much more restrained and softened, "Walking in the plum grove, I thought it was which red plum has become a spirit."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a bit of playfulness and teasing, "I was wondering whether I should be a flower-breaker, or a bee-picker."

If Aghia is compared to a plum blossom, the flower-folding man who picks the blossom is possessing it, and the bee-picking bee who licks the nectar is playing with it.

The implication in the words is very strong.

Xie Jie slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at Aghia with a somewhat sullen gaze.

Obviously, he wants to do both.

Aghia's fingers in her sleeve were tightly squeezed, and she was still a little afraid of Xie Jie's eyes, which were like eating people, because of the deep memories of those absurdities in her previous life.

But in order to take revenge, she had to get closer to him.

Aghia took a deep breath, as if she couldn't understand, her eyebrows arched, "I'll take it that you are complimenting me on my beauty."

Water drips through the stone. Her first step was to make this Emperor learn to admit his preference.

When Xie Jie took one step back, and a second step back was a matter of course.

Xie Jie looked at Aghia's smiling face, the hostility between his eyebrows unconsciously dispersed most of it. He paused, although he did not agree with her words, but also did not refute.

The plum grove quiet down. For a while, you can only hear the sound of snow falling. The two of them were so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats as their breaths intertwined.

Aghia held her head high, looking into his eyes, with the shyness of a young girl's first love, dazed, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip, haloing out a watery color, which made people can't help but want to kiss her.

"Your Majesty, Military Region Commander Shen requests to see you..."

At this moment, a guard trotted in, without even seeing Zhou Zhong's wink, broke the charming atmosphere and reported to Xie Jie half-kneeling.

This sound instantly woke Aghia up, she hurriedly took a step back, broke out of Xie Jie's embrace, hurriedly bowed, and stammered, "Then I... I'll take my leave."

Before the words left her mouth, she had already stumbled like a rabbit and ran away, almost falling down.

Xie Jie looked at her back, the corners of his lips were a smile that he didn't even notice, and the dominance and possessiveness in his eyes flashed away.

Run? Can you run away?

After Aghia left the plum grove, she took off her shame and hurried down the mountain. When she returned to the courtyard where Liu Nu was staying, she saw that the lights were on inside and her heart jumped.

The person standing in the doorway lazily said, "Yo, you're back. We're waiting for you for so long." Her voice was light and quick with a smile, but her tone was clearly cold and threatening, "I am the hostess of the Shen family, and I am here to make amends to you for my... incompetent son!"