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  Mo Wen didn't respond to Su Feng's question, her hands released from his cheeks and clenched into fists, closing her eyes as she struggled to calm her turbulent breathing...

  Su Lian moved her body, wanting to get out of bed. Mo Xun Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed one of her arms, panting slightly as he asked: "Feng Er, what do you want to do?"

  "Light the lamp." Su Ling said in a tone devoid of any emotion.

  "Don't go, okay?" Mo asked, grasping Su Lengfeng's arm and refusing to let go.

  "Why?" Su Lengfeng asked.

  "Can we not turn on the lights?" Mo asked. Dust still did not answer Su Feng's question, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

  "So tell me, what's wrong with you? Is your old illness acting up again?"

  Mo Wen Chen fell silent for a moment before speaking: "Alright..."

  "Very serious?" Su Lengfeng raised an eyebrow.

  "It's okay..."

  Su Lingfeng raised his other hand and wiped it on Mo Wenchen's forehead, wet and slippery, all sweat...

  "Is this all right?"

  "It's nothing, it'll be fine in a bit..." Mo Xun dust pulled Su Feng closer to himself, embracing her into his arms, and softly asked by her ear: "Are you worried about me?"

  "You're thinking too much!" Su Leng said coldly: "If you were about to die..."

  "Don't worry, I won't die in your house." Before Su Feng could finish speaking, Mo Xuan Chen took over with a bitter smile.

  That time, he inadvertently broke into her boudoir in the Su Mansion of Ley City, and this little girl had said something similar before, he remembered...

  "You're sick yourself, yet you come to provoke me? Do you want to die and become a romantic ghost?"

  "Feng... you... think of me like this?" Mo Xuan's voice trembled slightly...

  "If you don't want me to think of you like this, then tell me the truth."

  "...Mo Wen's dust enveloped Su Lingfeng, silent and speechless."

  Su Leng sighed and looked for a breakthrough again, "Why are your eyes purple?"

  "The wind, my eyes are like yours, they're black..." Mo Wen asked calmly.

  "Really? Lift your head and let me take another look at your eyes."

  "It's too dark now, wait till it gets light, I'll show you then, and you can take a good look, okay?"

  Su Ling's voice was cold and clear: "Mo Xun Chen, don't think I'm blind, I just saw it very clearly. There is a purple light flashing in your eyes... The book says that only two ethnic groups have purple eyes, and those two ethnic groups have been extinct on the mainland for thousands of years..."

  Mo Wen didn't know how to respond to Su Lingshen's words, so she just held her body a little tighter...

  "My body has the power of the Underworld Master, what does this have to do with you?"

  Mo Wen's arm tightened a few more degrees, and he pursed his lips without speaking.

  "You've made me believe in you time and again, but what makes you think I should believe in you? A man about whom I know nothing, and who has designs on me?"

  "Wind, I won't hurt you..." Mo Xuan said in a low and mournful tone.

  "I don't believe you." Su Lengfeng's tone was calm and cold.

  "The Wind..."

  "One day, when my strength surpasses yours, I will definitely break free from your control. At that time, if you dare to entangle me again, I will show no mercy!" Su Lengfeng's tone was icy and serious, leaving no room for doubt about the sincerity of her words.

  Too tired, updated 5,000 words for today.