38. Exclusive (3)

When she went out to talk to Yu Qingya earlier, Murong Yan was already sitting in her room waiting.

Since Yu Qingjia was no longer in front of him, he got bored, so he went through Yu Qingjia’s old things.

He was looking at it curiously, when Yu Qingjia came back.

The sound of talking outside is not very high, but Murong Yan had excellent hearing, he can accurately distinguish which tone is played wrong among the many musical instruments, and it won’t be a problem for him to listen to the conversation separated by a wall.

That maid was already a dead person in Murong Yan’s eyes, she was able to live until now because Yu Qingjia didn’t want him to do anything.

However, now that she’s out of Yu Qingjia’s sight, it is only a matter of time before she dies.

But besides her, Murong Yan found that another woman, who seemed to be Yu Qingjia’s cousin, was also very annoying.

He couldn’t help but think about it, she seemed to be Yu Qingjia’s cousin, the fourth in ranked, and her name seems to be Yu Qingya.

It’s really troublesome to deal with a girl from a boudoir.

They have a limited scope of action and there are too many people around them.

If Yu Qingya dies suddenly, it may be very troublesome for him to deal with the aftermath.

Although Murong Yan likes to bully Yu Qingjia, but Yu Qingjia is his.

He can rub her anyway he wants, but how dare others have guts?

Murong Yan once again misses the identity he once had.

He thought that it’s better to regain his power again, so he can just order to kill anyone.

Unlike now, if he wanted to get someone killed, he had to think of a way to disguise it as an accident.

Yu Qingjia immediately ran over and covered her handwritings with her hand, which interrupted Murong Yan’s contemplation.

Yu Qingjia did not know what Murong Yan was thinking about at the moment, she stared at him with wide eyes and looked at him furiously,

“How dare you go through my things while I’m not around? Is this what a gentleman would do….?”

Halfway through her sentence, she realized that she had made a silly statement.

She actually expected Murong Yan to have the virtue of a gentleman?

He doesn’t even have the basic morals of being a human.

Yu Qingjia had no choice but to take the next best thing. She fiercely glared at Murong Yan, with an extremely righteous tone,

“Let go, return the things to me, If you do, I will not hold you accountable.”

Murong Yan really wanted to crack open Yu Qingjia’s brain to see what’s inside it.

His body remained motionless, there was even an amused smile in his eyes,

“What if I don’t?”

“I– Then I strongly condemn you…”

Murong Yan really smiled.

He lowered his head and continued to flip through Yu Qingjia’s personal notes.

Yu Qingjia found that her words were completely ineffective on Murong Yan, perhaps they were lighter than a gust of wind in his ears.

Yu Qingjia used to read these scrolls in the past when she wanted to pass the time.

She happened to be twelve years old when she left Yanzhou.

A girl at that age was extremely sentimental, and she could even feel emotional for a long time when she saw a flower.

Many young girls expressed their feelings in these types of scrolls.

She would naturally find it childish and funny, after reading it again.

But the premise is that she’s the only one reading it.

Murong Yan, a man, flips through a girl’s notes, reading through her inner sentiments as a child, and completely ignoring the protest of the owner.

Is he even human?

Yu Qingjia tried to take them back for a long time, but found that she couldn’t snatch the things back from Murong Yan’s hands.

After running out of breath, she was completely furious. She crossed the table and plopped down on it, with her arms and upper body pressed directly on the long scrolls.

Murong Yan was placing one hand on the scroll.

Then he suddenly felt the weight on the back of his hand.

His fingers immediately stiffened, he then said with a cold expression,

“Let go.”

“You let go!”

Yu Qingjia’s upper body crossed over the entire desk and she pressed hard on the scrolls under her.

She then crossed both arms, propped her chin with one hand, and glared aggressively at Murong Yan.

The distance between the two of them suddenly drew closer, and Murong Yan only needed to lower his eyes to see Yu Qingjia’s face.

Her eyelashes were like butterfly wings, fluttering delicately, scraping Murong Yan’s agitated heart.

He didn’t know whether to make it stop or make them blink faster.

He lowered his eyes for a moment and then turned it away after a while.

Yu Qingjia’s body was completely different from his. It was incredibly soft, and Murong Yan tried to control himself from thinking about what was pressing on the back of his hand. So he once again said,

“Get up and sit back down.”

“I won’t let go until you give me back my stuff.”

Yu Qingjia simply unfolded her arms and pressed her face to the desk, completely blocking the entire table.

Yu Qingjia’s slender neck was completely exposed in front of Murong Yan.

It was completely unguarded, delicate and white, as if it would break as soon as he touched it.

Yu Qingjia was lying on the table, and her voice was muffled because of it,

“Anyway, you won’t be able to read it. I won’t get up until you return my things to me.”

Murong Yan’s sight can’t help but fall on Yu Qingjia’s neck, his eyes lingered on the fair, soft, and delicate skin for a while.

After realizing what he was doing, he immediately turned his head away and coughed softly.

The feeling on his hand is more apparent in this position.

So his fingers were stiff, and motionless.

In the end, he could only sigh slightly, and said,

“Okay, I promise you. You get up first and we talk.”

“I don’t believe you, you let go first.”

Murong Yan was already fed up…

He was trying his best to hold back his temper and said calmly,

“You are pressing on it, how can I move?”

“Don’t lie! You can just pull your hand out. So Let go first!”

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