[Fake brother and sister get married first and fall in love later. The elder brother doesn't like the unethical love, so a slap in the face tastes great]
/01
"Girl, the Holy One actually... Actually granted marriage to you and Mr. Ling!"
Hearing Bixia's report, Ye Yuqing felt anxious in her heart, with a sense of fear of causing a big disaster, for fear that Xie Lingshan would come to settle the score with her.
Xie Lingshan did come to see her, but there was no questioning or scolding as he imagined. He just stared at her calmly and asked in a deep voice: "The reason you spoke to Crown Prince Xuan Yin for so long that day was just to get him to ask for a marriage from the Holy God?"
"No..." Ye Yuqing subconsciously wanted to deny it, but she was so panicked that she couldn't make up any lies.
Xie Lingshan understood in his heart, and the look he looked at her became more and more complicated, "Okay, it seems that you no longer have me as a brother in your eyes."
"Brother!"
"Don't call me that." He turned his back and faced the window. He didn't speak for a long time, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion.
He was really angry.
As for her marriage to Wu Lang, he originally planned to find an opportunity to stir things up for her, but he didn't inform her in time. Unexpectedly, she took it upon herself to make such a mess.
The cold wind of winter rushed in, awakening his consciousness. Finally, he spoke again: "Since you have made up your mind, I will fulfill your wish."
/02
At this time, there was a gust of wind, the lamp was blown out, and the surrounding area was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.
Ye Yuqing calmed down and reluctantly moved forward in the dark. In the dark night, he suddenly caught a hand out of thin air.
The hand was wide and warm. She was still so frightened that she almost screamed, but she heard the man whisper: "It's me."
The voice was light and very clean.
She recognized the voice as Xie Lingshan's and subconsciously called out: "Brother."
There was unconcealable joy in his tone, and Xie Lingshan was slightly startled. He rarely made any sarcasm, nor did he immediately throw away her hand.
When she stood firm, he lit the oil lamp again.
His clothes and cloak were covered with snow, and his hair and face were also stained with white spots. The face slowly became clear under the light.
Intention: None yet
