The Enchantress Of Medicine, With The Heaven Defying Child, And The Black Belly Father Chapter 308: What are you two doing

Chapter 308: What are you two doing

“Ying i?” Muyan repeats it once, her smiling expression is bright and beautiful, “The person is beautiful, and the na is pleasant. Really, why don’t you think it over and enter my painting? I promise that I can showcase your beauty perfectly.”

Saying that, her hand goes to try and touch Ying i’s chest.

A change cos over Ying i’s face, and he could no longer care whether or not he might hurt her.

A hand suddenly breaks out in mutiny and turns them over.

The pair suddenly trades their positions.

Muyan is pressed against the wall and Ying i is looming over and staring her.

The most compromising aspect is how Muyan’s hands are pinned on both sides of her head.

Ying i looks down at her, like he’s about to kiss her at any mont now.

The atmosphere freezes.

Ying i abruptly cos to his senses, and just as he’s about to release the other-

He hears a low, cold voice suddenly speak from behind him, “What are you two doing?!”

Ying i swiftly turns around, and sees Di Ming Jue in that instant.

His complexion imdiately turns white. He bends his knees, and kneels on the ground, “Seeing Jun Shang!”

Di Ming Jue walks over to the pair, one step at a ti.

He doesn’t spare a glance towards Ying i, but he stares unblinkingly at Muyan.

Han Ye, who ca behind Di Ming Jue, is already stuck dumb.

He keeps on holding his body back, as he wants to tremble from fear.

Gods, what did he just see?!

Ying i and Miss Jun!!

Heavens! Co and have a huge lightning strike him!

Is Ying i insane?

Not liking other won, but actually getting involved with Miss Jun.

Isn’t this courting disaster to himself?

Di Ming Jue’s footsteps finally stop at a place that’s only half a ter away from Muyan.

With the setting sun, the man’s face is not like a mortal’s in its beauty.

But it reveal neither a thread nor a hair of expression.

Then, he repeats his earlier question, “What are you two doing?”

Ying i lowers his head, his complexion is deathly pale, his voice hoarse: “Ying i has erred, asking Jun Shang for a punishnt.”

Di Ming Jue’s expression still doesn’t change, and he rely speaks with indifference: “Enter the Purgatory Pool for a month.”

Hearing this punishnt, Han Ye’s face goes white.

Nevertheless, Ying i seems to let out a sigh of relief, and he says with a lowered head: “Yes, Jun Shang!”

Saying that, he gets up to leave.

“Wait a mont.” Muyan, who still hasn’t said anything until now, chuckles and blocks Ying i’s path.

She looks at Di Ming Jue with a smile that isn’t a smile, the expression not reaching the depths of her eyes, “I’m the one who forced Ying i, you should also punish if you want to punish anyone. This doesn’t have anything to do with Ying i.”

The darkness in the depths of Di Ming Jue’s eyes is suddenly like an all-encompassing storm.

The low pressure from his entire body is making Han Ye tremble, and making him wish that he could run away in that instant.

“You–like Ying i?” Di Ming Jue steps forward and grabs her by the waist. His voice is practically coated with a murderous intent as they’re squeezed out from his lips and teeth.

The man’s scorching breath hits Muyan in the face, making her montarily uncomfortable.

She wants to struggle, only to be held closer and tighter by Di Ming Jue.

“Tell , do you–like Ying i?”

Muyan wants to say “What if I do”, but she sees the man’s eyes, and the gods and demons are at work*, for she coughs and says, “I naturally like Ying i... I’d like him to enter my painting.”

- *Inexplicable, supernatural

Into a painting?

The cold air around Di Ming Jue suddenly fades away.

As it turns out, Muyan was thinking of having Ying i model for a painting.

But when he thinks that this woman actually wants to draw other half-naked people again, his tooth itches in anger.

“You like Ying i’s appearance?”

Muyan blinks, “What’s wrong with those looks? The unripe, pretty appearance of a youth is very attractive? And lot of people like it?”

“More attractive than ? People would like it better than mine?”