Mu Yiliang was forced to jump up and spin with his dance steps.
She thought her face must be pale, but strangely enough, her heart cald down. As she spun, she closed her eyes just like Nie Qing, letting herself experience the feeling of whirling.
After a long ti, he finally stopped. Mu Yiliang’s forehead was already dotted with fine beads of sweat.
She slowly opened her eyes, looked at the man opposite her, and her voice suddenly beca low and winding: "You dance really well. Apart from you, no one else can keep up with my steps."
Nie Qing abruptly opened his eyes, a mont of bewildered joy flashing in them! But that joy quickly faded away.
"Do you think this will make spare you?" His voice suddenly turned sharp!
Mu Yiliang pressed her lips tightly together, yet her expression remained proud.
Nie Qing seed to be scalded by sothing; he abruptly let her go and turned to leave hurriedly!
Mu Yiliang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely soaked.
Though she still couldn’t completely deceive him, at least this was working, so she had hope!
This ti, she ignored her fear and swiftly went to the cabinet in the corner, mustering up the courage to open it!
Thankfully, the cabinet didn’t contain any human specins. She rummaged through and quickly found what she was looking for!
Arsenic trioxide, that’s it! The legendary poison!
Her guess was indeed correct. Since there were so many specins here, there must naturally be the materials for making them. Arsenic has a strong preservative effect, commonly used in specin preparation.
Of course, it is also extrely toxic!
Mu Yiliang carefully took out a small packet, thought for a mont, and could only tuck it into her bosom. After doing all this, she quickly closed the cabinet and returned to the center of the room.
Thinking of what she had to do next, she was filled with trepidation! But it didn’t matter, she could do it, she definitely could!
She didn’t know how much ti had passed, but Nie Qing finally appeared again. He pushed open the door and walked dazedly toward her.
Mu Yiliang suppressed the fear in her heart, revealing a proud and disdainful smile.
Nie Qing’s expression was infatuated as he slowly reached out his hand to gently stroke her face, his movents unusually careful, as if afraid of breaking sothing.
"Ah Ning..." he murmured, "Is it really you?"
"Why did you co only now?" Mu Yiliang slapped his hand away, her voice teasing, "What do you want to do?"
He instantly showed a panicked expression, like a child whose misdeeds had been discovered.
"I...I didn’t do it on purpose!" he pleaded, "Don’t hate !"
Mu Yiliang glanced at him, suddenly grabbed his hand, placed it near her lips, and looked up at him: "I know you want to do bad things... when you grow up, I will take good care of you."
Mu Yiliang’s laugh was seductive and carefree, carrying a casual mockery: "My little boy..."
Nie Qing trembled all over, his lips quivering.
"Yes, I am your little boy... always have been!" His hand trembled lightly, wanting to touch her face but not daring to, his gaze was infatuated and reverent.
"Do you want so snacks?" Mu Yiliang curled her lips, "I know you want to eat them, right?"
"Yes..."
"I’ll make them for you, okay?" Mu Yiliang smiled and glanced at him.
"Okay..."
Half an hour later, Mu Yiliang appeared in the kitchen, humming a song as she prepared the snack ingredients.
Her singing was gentle, her eyes soft, and her smile seductive... as she moved, the hem of her skirt fluttered, and Nie Qing watched her dully, falling into a trance.
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