Capturing Qing Yanjing

The next day, sunlight shone over Mo Ying City.

In a room within an estate, Chen Mo sat half-reclined on the bed, rubbing his head as he stared at the plum blossom stain on the sheet, recalling what had happened the previous night.

Qing Yanjing's figure was about the same as Die's.

Her body was equally graceful; only by measuring certain places with his hands could one find the difference.

But Chen Mo had been thoroughly drunk the previous night. How could he have noticed such a detail? Coupled with the fact that she had not resisted at all, instead seeming reluctant while inviting him on, he had believed she was Die.

He just had not expected...

Qing Yanjing sat at the corner of the bed, her bare, delicate body wrapped in the bedding. She was still trembling slightly, her hair somewhat disheveled, and her face retained the lingering charm of becoming a woman for the first time. She stared at the plum blossom on the bedsheet. Although she had heard Chen Mo's explanation, she still could not calm down for a long while.

Did she blame him?

Of course she did.

But it was not enough for hatred.

What occupied her mind more was how to deal with the aftermath. What if her clan and the Mohe Ancient Clan found out?

The two remained silent for a long time. Neither spoke.

In the end, Chen Mo thought it over and felt that the fault lay with him. No matter what, he had taken her, though he had long harbored such thoughts. Still, he had intended for it to happen only with her consent.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo said softly, "Yanjing, I know all of this was my fault, but I promise you, I'll take responsibility."

Qing Yanjing