Shui Mo: His Highness the Two-Faced Life Story

Everyone in the world knows that Prince Shui is cold and dignified, and is the supreme minister of the tenth level, but they don't know that he leans lazily under a thousand-year-old locust tree and speaks the most bewitching words with the purest face: "Sister, do you want to spend eternity with Jing Li?" His final note is lingering, like the gentle waves of a still lake. However, the next second, Feng Yu's arrow came through the air, passed his ear and nailed into the tree trunk, its tail feathers trembling endlessly. "I really chose you -" Wang Mo held his red bow and chuckled, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "His Highness is not happy again, is he?" Shui Qingli's fingertips touched the golden pattern on the bow body, and the flowing light shattered into dangerous stars in his eyes: "I will be the one my sister wants." He suddenly came closer, the tip of his nose almost touched her temples, and his voice was low: "But how can we have both in this world? Mo, if I keep you by my side, I always want you to see clearly——" "I am not only the gentle waves of the still lake, but also the tsunami of the abyss that swallows everything." Wang Mo turned around and landed lightly beside him. His fingertips were as if there were no spots on his throat, and his smile was like a poisoned rose: "What a coincidence, Your Highness. I have never been - not just the Wang Mo you have met."