MTL - On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can’t Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!-Chapter 81 081: Master is wrong...

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  Chapter 81 081: Master is wrong...

  Yunran pushed open the door in a daze. There was no lamp in the hall. Under the bright moonlight, Yunran saw a female ghost hanging inside the door with disheveled hair!

  The female ghost has a blue face with fangs, blood red eyes, a ferocious expression, and a flying tongue!

  A head of long hair was blown by the night wind the moment she pushed the door, and rushed towards her, brushing her cheeks in a messy dance.

  The moment Yunran touched the skin, she was surprised that the hair was still dripping with water. It was cold and cold in the dark night, as if being crawled by a poisonous snake.

"what!"

   "Ouch, hello..."

  Yun Ran backed away with a cry of surprise, but fell to the ground because of dizziness and unsteady feet.

  The cold wind was blowing in his ears, Yun Ran sat on the ground, his originally chaotic mind became somewhat clear.

   "Lin Wanyue, do you still know to come back?"

  The man's voice sounded in the darkness, cold and charming, deep.

   There is a dangerous breath in the wind, which is breathtaking.

  Yun Ran blinked, looking at the man who slowly appeared in front of her while turning the wheelchair.

  The cool moonlight fell on him, with black hair and white clothes, handsome face as if evil, noble and lazy temperament, good-looking as if he did not belong to the world.

   People are fascinated by accident, and it is difficult to move their eyes away.

  The man glanced at the girl's sluggish appearance, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Lin Wanyue, are you scared?"

  In the next moment, the girl curled her mouth and burst into tears.

   "Nangong Mo, you bully people, uh...you are fierce...you are actually fierce..."

  Nangong Mo: "???"

  There was an obvious stupefaction in the man's eyes, and his handsome face, which was originally cold and charming, seemed a bit dull at this moment.

  The girl was sitting on the ground, her pretty face was full of grievances, and there was a layer of mist in her bright starry eyes. She looked at him pitifully and accusingly, she looked extremely aggrieved.

   Nangong Mo opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

  The girl looked at him with tears in her eyes, wiped her tears with her little hand, and sobbed softly:

   "Not only did you kill me, you also scared me... Hey... You know I'm most afraid of ghosts, and you deliberately found ghosts to scare me... You even found such a scary and ugly ghost... Are you trying to scare me to death..."

   Nangong Mo was stared at by the girl's pitiful eyes, and he felt an extremely strong sense of guilt in his heart!

   For a moment, he felt like a big bad wolf who bullied a weak and innocent little white rabbit...

   Nangong Mo pursed his lips with some difficulty, "Master didn't..."

  Before he finished speaking, the girl pointed at the female ghost hanging upside down in the door behind him and fluttering in the wind, sobbing and complaining:

   "You have! You have... You see the ghost is still floating there... Hey... You just want to scare me to death..."

  Nangong Mo: "...Master is wrong..."

   "Hey... Where did you go wrong?"

  Nangong Mo silently turned his head to look at the female ghost floating in the wind, and pursed the corners of his mouth:

   "I shouldn't have made an ugly female ghost to scare you... Be good, don't cry."

  While speaking, he had turned the wheelchair in front of the girl, reached out to lift her up from the ground and sat on his lap, raised his hand to wipe her tears, and coaxed her softly, "Good boy, don't cry, I'm sorry."

  The girl sniffed, raised her face, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and asked:

"anything else?"

  Nangong Mo: "???"

What else?

   "Why are you scaring me? Have you taken a fancy to other gentle little beauties?"

  The girl's voice was soft, with a hint of sobs, sounding extremely wronged.

  The man's eyes flickered dully, and he shook his head quickly:

   "I don't have any."

  (end of this chapter)