Snowflakes are flying in mid-air, while the biting cold wind ruffles the hem of a simple and low-key white dress. Despite this, it is hard to conceal the character of Mo Qingyue, who is more distant and cold than moonlight or ice mountains.
A half-draped, silky and flowing long hair with a ribbon tied at the length, seems to blend into the snowy surroundings, shimmering with the silver-white of moonlight. Yet, it is hard to cover up the cold and radiant fair face beneath it. The thin lips, with clear lip lines, are red and plump but show no sign of smile. In presenting a cold beauty, it naturally exudes a aloof aura from atop the snowy mountain peak that is impossible to ignore.
But... one cannot see her entire appearance.
Because a black ribbon, as if from a distant mountain, covers her eyes, which have not been shown before and are completely opposite in color to her skin tone.
"Where are you taking my younger brother?"
With her hands behind her back and her tall figure standing, Mo Qingyue asked again, her voice echoing through the cold air, where the snowflakes were as sharp and piercing as blade spirits.
"Big sister, it's me who wants to go there."
Lu Jin'an rose gracefully and, as he took a step, the three people seated around the table clearly saw that the ice and snow began to thaw as if spring had bloomed, presenting a warm path.
Guan Wen thought to herself, watching this scene, it's obvious that Sister Mu likes Master Brother.
Moreover, when mentioning Master Brother outside, Sister Mu always refers to him as "my younger brother," never leaving out the word "I."
"It's not related to Master Zhao," Lu Jin'an shielded Master Zhaos behind him: "I wouldn't go with anyone else."
"You, want to go?" Even though the frost seemed to gather in, Mo Qingyue's tone remained unchanged.
Lu Jin'an gazes intently at Mo Qingyue, who he has known since the age of ten and whose temperament has never changed.
Her coldness is different from Zhao Nanzhi's.
Zhao Nanzhi's cold and dignified temperament is related to the "Taisang Wangqing Xian Jue" from Qingmiao Palace, but forgetting emotions can also be the most affectionate. So, she is like the brightest red plum blossoming on the snowy mountain; the snow is soft, and the red plum is beautiful.
But Mo Qingyue's coldness emanates from the bone, high and cold, like an iceberg that never melts, both ice and cold.
Even though it can be felt that the coldness between them is not as intense as in other places at this moment, Lu Jin'an still senses the coldness from Mo Qingyue.
"Want to go," Lu Jinan smiled faintly: "But not to see a woman."
"Big sister Mo!" Guan Wen's eyeballs rolled, and suddenly she raised her hand and said: "Men going to brothels will never say they're there to see women, it's pretentious!"
With those words, Jiang Wuyan and Zhao Shizhi suddenly turned their heads to look at the fourth sister-in-law, what was she trying to add fuel to the fire?
Guan Wen ignored the gaze of the two brothers and smiled with a sense of superiority, if Master Zhao didn't believe that Miss Mu likes him, then let's see if Miss Mu really likes him or not.
Lu Jin'an glanced sidelong at Guan Wen, and it was clear what the fourth sister-in-law was up to.
"Liars?" Mo Qingyue took a small step towards Lu Jinan, her silver-white hair flowing lightly as if carelessly brushing against his nose, "You're going to play with women?"
"I could have played for years, why wait until..." Lu Jinan said as he saw Mo Qingyue's hands behind her back gradually come into view, especially the thing in her left hand that looked like a ring, which directly attracted Lu Jinan's attention.
The color black is like the black cloth that Mo Qingyue covers her eyes with, especially prominent on her fair skin.
And Lu Jinan quickly identified what she was holding in her hand.
A small gold spike encircled by a circle, with a small hook in the middle... Is it a necklace!?
Lu Jin'an's expression froze, as his sister-in-law held this object... What's the plan?
Mo Qingyue held the necklace with her fingers, lifting it to her chest, aligning the hook of the necklace towards Lu Jinan.
The three things - the high-minded, silver-haired and white-clad Miss Mu, the black cloth covering her eyes, and holding the necklace - form a very strange contrast or erotic atmosphere. However, Lu Jinan does not think so.
Firstly, it's because Sister Mo Qingyue doesn't have the same broad-mindedness as Master. Secondly, there's an unsettling feeling in Lu Jinan's mind.
"Sister," Lu Jinan paused, choosing his words carefully, "Are you looking to capture a mount or a spirit pet?"
"Probably..." Mo Qingyue turned to Lu Jinan: "Beautiful?"
"Do you mean the necklace, right?"
"Yes."
"Very good." Lu Jinan praised without showing any emotion.
"Little brother, do you like it too?" Mo Qingyue said as she pushed the black necklace in his direction with her hands. Lu Jinan subconsciously took two steps back and had not yet opened his mouth when he heard Miss Mo Qingyue's voice following him closely.
"Little brother, why are you shying away?"
Lu Jinan's expression changed, as Mo Qingyue's short sentence made him recall similar words said by another woman.
“Husband, why are you avoiding?”
The peculiar tone of Zhao Nanzhi's coquettish scolding appeared in his mind, inexplicably overlapping with the current Miss Mo Qingyue in front of him.
Just, Miss Mo Qingyue is frighteningly cold, and her voice does not contain the slightest emotion.
"Little brother, why are you shying away?" Mo Qingyue spoke again and then took another step, narrowing the distance between her and Lu Jinan.
Lu Jinan could feel his heartbeat quicken, and he probably still harbored the shadow caused by Zhao Nanzhi, which is why he thought of Mo Qingyue in this way...
Miss Mo Qingyue is simply a maniacal cultivator. Although they are from the same cultivation sect, their interactions over these years have not been frequent.
How could it be the same as Zhao Nanzhi... the same?
Lu Jinan's eyelid twitched. His interactions with Zhao Nanzhi also weren't many, either!
Thinking about this, Lu Jinan subtly retreated without making a sound and asked, "Miss Mo Qingyue, were you asking if I like the appearance of the necklace, not if I like the necklace itself, right?"
Jiang Wuyan, Guan Wen, and Zhao Shizhi watched Master Brother, who was now separated from Miss Mo by a table, with confusion. They thought that Miss Mo was definitely asking you the former question. Master Brother, how could you have thought about the latter question that is so ridiculous?
Miss Mo Qingyue likes you, not that she wants to treat you like a dog.
Moreover, Master Brother, why did you retreat so far?
And listening to Lu Jinan's counter-question, Mo Qingyue did not immediately respond but instead slightly turned her head.
Even though they had never seen Miss Mo's eyes, Jiang Wuyan and the others immediately understood what Miss Mo meant.
Therefore, they did not think much about it and left immediately without disturbing Master Brother and Sister Mo.
Under the dense shade of lush trees, Lu Jinan, who had distanced himself even further from Miss Mo Qingyue, had his hands behind him, and his spiritual energy was subtly surging without a sound.
Mo Qingyue walked towards Lu Jinan: "Little brother, don't be afraid, this is just a gift."
A gift?!
Realizing that he was not Miss Mo Qingyue's match, Lu Jinan made a split-second decision to run away, but Mo Qingyue's voice, which had increased in tone, stopped him in his tracks.
"I, too, have prepared my own gift."
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