"Little Ge'er, I missed you."
It wasn't romantic, flowery sweet talk, nor elegant phrasing. Just this simple confession was enough to soften Mu Qingge's heart.
She opened her arms, wrapped them around the man's firm waist, pressed her cheek to his chest, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.
Not far away, the bonfire was still burning. The firelight flickered, dim and indistinct.
"My Lord, we'll go stand guard."
Gu Ya and Gu Ye stood in the darkness, their voices suggestive as they spoke, then turned into a curl of black smoke and drifted off toward the bonfire.
Mu Qingge glanced back, only to have the man domineeringly turn her head back. "They won't wake up."
"..." Mu Qingge was speechless. She naturally didn't doubt what Si Mo said, but asked with a half-laugh, half-cry, "What did you do to them?"
She still remembered how, on the way here, when they talked about the Demon Clan, everyone had looked as if facing a great enemy.
