C138 Her Own Smell

Since the night weather was too cold for her, she was very tired. She sat in front of the dressing table and was about to tie her hair up to take a bath when she noticed the centipede braid on her hair. This morning, she was actually delighted because of the centipede braid. Looking at it now, Ling Muxue only felt that it was a little ironic, mocking her own stupidity.

As he reached for the comb, he suddenly noticed the small silver bag on the side of the dressing table. He thought back to what the stranger had given him, and put it into the bag without even looking at it, not knowing what was inside.

She took the small bag and opened it. She took out the exquisite gift box and opened it slowly. In an instant... It was as if a flash of white light flashed in her mind. Ling Muxue's eyes suddenly widened as she stared at the hexagram pendant in the gift box in disbelief. For a long time, she was unable to come back to her senses.

Wasn't this the last piece of jewelry displayed at the auction that day? She could still clearly remember the brilliant light that had been refracted from the hexagon. The auctioneer had said that the pendant had been sold at a sky-high price. Could it have been the man?

She still remembered that he had said an apology gift at that time, but he would not use such a precious thing to apologize.

Ling Muxue looked at him in confusion. What exactly was going on? Just as she was about to reach out to pick up the pendant, she heard the sound of the door cracking. Ling Muxue was shocked and she quickly put away the pendant and put it in her small bag.

When Xiao Qinghan walked in, he saw Ling Muxue sitting in front of her makeup. She was looking at herself in the mirror as she expressionlessly combed her hair that was as smooth as seaweed. Looking at it like this, it was truly beautiful.

Xiao Qinghan stared at her for a while and saw that she was just combing her hair over and over again. His eyes darkened and he strode towards Ling Muxue.

Just as he was about to reach the dressing table, he saw Ling Muxue put down the comb and get up. She turned around and endured the pain in her knee. She walked around Xiao Qinghan without looking up and ignored his existence.

Suddenly, Xiao Qinghan felt that she was ignoring him and his gaze instantly turned cold. He frowned slightly and looked to the side to see Ling Muxue walking towards the big bed. He picked up his change of clothes and walked towards the bathroom. He never looked up at Xiao Qinghan as if he didn't exist at all.

Ling Muxue immediately walked into the bathroom and locked the door. When he heard the sound of the bathroom door being locked, Xiao Qinghan frowned and stared at the door. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

He turned around and walked toward the sofa. He placed the gift box on the coffee table and leaned heavily against it, breathing heavily and sighing with an inexplicable helplessness. As he looked down, his eyes inadvertently fell on the blood-stained paper towels on the coffee table and on the carpet.

Instantly, Xiao Qinghan stood up abruptly and strode to the bathroom door. He held the handle with one hand and knocked hard on the door. He shouted anxiously, "Ling Muxue, open the door!"

"Open the door!"

He continued to twist and knock, but there was no response. "Damn woman! I told you to open the door!"

Inside the bathroom, Ling Muxue was sitting in a huge white jade bathtub. There were tens of thousands of glittering crystals embedded on the edge of the bathtub.

She sat in the tub, showing her knees to keep the wound from getting wet, and listened to the banging on the bathroom door as if she hadn't heard it at all.

With a loud bang, Xiao Qinghan kicked open the heavy bathroom door.

Ling Muxue, on the other hand, did not react as she sat in the bathtub. Xiao Qinghan's eyes fell on the petite figure and he quickly walked over. When he walked over, his eyes instantly noticed the wound on his knee that was exposed to the water.

Squatting down, he reached up and gently stroked it, but not directly, for fear of hurting her, he whispered, "How did you do it?"

But he did not hear any answer.

He looked up at Ling Muxue and saw that she was still expressionless. Her cold eyes were looking straight ahead. At this moment, she was like a piece of wood, not moving at all.

"Woman, say something!" he shouted. Looking at her like this, it was even more painful and uncomfortable than arguing with him.

Ling Muxue still did not look at Xiao Qinghan. He was like air to her.

Just as Xiao Qinghan reached out his hand to pick her up, Ling Muxue stood up and stood in the bathtub. Her fair skin, beautiful figure, and perfect flawlessness. Her waist-length black hair fell behind her, and water droplets slid down her body into the bathtub. Under the crystal light, it was pure white and seductive.

Xiao Qinghan stood up and looked at her with his eyes slightly lowered, trying his best to endure the storm.

Ling Muxue moved her feet and walked to the other side of the bathtub, leaving the bathtub and walking towards the clothes rack.

Just as she reached out her hand to take off the clothes, her wrist was caught and her body was straightened. In the next second, her shoulders were being held down and she was facing Xiao Qinghan.

"Are you planning on not talking to me for the rest of your life?" he asked in a suppressed voice.

Ling Muxue raised her hand and leaned her wrist against his arm, trying to push his arm away, but Xiao Qinghan suddenly picked her up horizontally.

He strode out of the bathroom and put Ling Muxue on the bed. He placed his hands beside her ears and frowned in pain. "Ling Muxue, speak up. You hit me, and you scolded me!"

Her silence made him even more at a loss for words and his heart felt even more uncomfortable.

He hadn't meant to be angry with her today, but she was angry with him for some cat or dog, and in her heart everyone else was important, and he was nothing, and he needed dignity, and he was high and mighty.

Ling Muxue looked at him as if she was looking at a transparent glass in front of her. She could see the ceiling through him.

Xiao Qinghan looked into her empty eyes and saw that they were not focused on him. He was really going crazy. He pressed her shoulders and shouted, "What can I do for you to speak? I've already let them go. Ling Muxue, speak!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at her with his eyes wide open.

After a while, Ling Muxue lowered her eyes and turned her body to the side. She said softly, "I'm tired. I want to rest."

Seeing her turn her body to the side, Xiao Qinghan straightened his body like a block of wood and watched her put the blanket over him.

He stared at her back for a long time, his eyes filled with indescribable helplessness. After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Qinghan walked into the bathroom, took a shower, lifted the blanket and went to bed. He reached behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her tightly in his arms.

No desire, just holding him like this, and not knowing if she was asleep or not, she didn't struggle, let him hold her like this.

She didn't struggle, but Xiao Qinghan's heart ached. He buried his head between her neck, and the faint scent of her body lingered on the tip of his nose, inhaling deeply her unique scent.