Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Chapter 242 – On the Roof

Chapter 242: On the Roof-Entering Private Property at Night

How could the Princess Royal do so much for her? Mo Xuetong looked up in confusion and shock. Feng Yuran's gaze could not help but land on her face. The two stood extremely close to each other. They were so close that he could see her flawless pale face. His gaze could not help but fall upon her eyes, forehead, and lips. It felt as if a thousand years had passed in those seconds.

Mo Xuetong retracted her hand, wanting to pull her hands from his grasp. However, she realized that he was holding her really tightly. It was so tight that she could not go against him. His eyes were extremely deep and dark in the moonlight. He looked straight at her, without hiding anything. Their gazes met and it was as if she had received a message. A complicated cocktail of emotions surged up from within her. It was as if there was something growing subconsciously.

Mo Xuetong felt very shy and also very annoyed. She glared at him angrily and tugged her hand out of his grasp.

“Don't worry. I will take you to do something important today.” He said softly with a smile on his lips.

“It's so late, what kind of important thing could it be? It's not like it's the night of the 15th.” Mo Xuetong said reluctantly. Her face was flaming red it was as if she had been burned by a fire. She did not know what to say to him. It was so late, was he going to take her out like the last time. It was the 15th of the month tomorrow and there were no lanterns to see.

“Tong'er, are you saying that you want to look at lanterns with me on the 15th?” Feng Yuran's eyes lit up and his smile grew lazy and devilish. However, one could see that the smile hidden in his eyes was sincere and gentle. Who would have thought that the devilishly charming man would be so gentle?

“Who wants to look at lanterns with you?” Mo Xuetong realized that she had messed up then and glared at him in annoyance and shyness. This man was really even more shameless.

“You, of course. But the First Prince of Yan Kingdom would probably arrive tomorrow night. Father will definitely set up a banquet in the palace tomorrow and I won't be able to escape even if I want to. How about we string up lanterns ourselves to admire next time?” Feng Yuran said seriously as his gaze suddenly grew solemn. A crafty glint flashed in his eyes.

“Who's going to string lanterns with you in the future? You can admire the lanterns yourself.” Mo Xuetong was so shy that she did not know what to do. However, he was still holding her hands and she could not wrench her hands out of his grasp no matter what. Her face was so red she felt as if she was burning. Even her powerful words sounded weak to her. She tried hard to wrench her hands from his.

Her expression was one of shyness and annoyance. She suddenly felt that he was too much. While she had no choice but to say yes to him due to circumstances, the two of them truly had nothing going on. He had looked down on her was treating her like the other women out there. This thought suddenly rushed through her mind.

She blinked and suddenly felt aggrieved. She shook his hand off forcefully and said angrily, almost crying, “You, let go!”

Feng Yuran had been looking at Mo Xuetong with a hidden smile and was listening to her every word seriously. He saw the tears in her eyes. Those bright large eyes misted over and her long lashes fluttered. Her mouth was slightly parted and she seemed as if she was so annoyed she was going to cry. His heart clenched and he could not help but let her go.

“Don't. Don't be angry. I really am here for business. You'll definitely be able to vent your anger later.” Feng Yuran coaxed her immediately in gentle tones. “Tong'er, you're not allowed to be angry at me.”

“Go, I don't want to vent.” Mo Xuetong turned around, not daring to look at his beautiful eyes. They were so deep that she could not see what was shining in them. She felt her face heat up and her heart racing. She did not dare to delve any deeper subconsciously.

“Tong'er, it'll allow you to vent your anger. I'll take you somewhere to look at something. You'll definitely feel better.” Feng Yuran's voice was so soft and gentle it was like the murmur between lovers.

Mo Xuetong truly did not understand. He had emphasized many times that he would take her to vent her anger. She was angry but even she did not know who to vent her anger on, how would he? While he definitely knew what happened today, she did not know what he was planning.

“Tong'er, I really found it for you to vent. Come, put this on.” He turned around and picked up the fox leather cape Mo Lan had kept in a corner and passed it to Mo Xuetong. He said temptingly, “I guarantee that you will feel refreshed and won't feel angry again after you see it.”

Mo Xuetong looked at him doubtfully. However, the tears in her eyes abated slightly.

“It's true. I promise not to make you angry and it will definitely make you happy.” He looked at her. She still looked slightly upset. “When have I ever lied to you?”

Had he never lied to her? He had fooled with her since the first time they met. Was that not a lie?

Mo Xuetong felt angry once more by his pestering. She recalled what happened in the past. When had he lied to her? The first time they met, the second time, the third time… it was uncountable.

“I don't want to vent. I want to sleep.” Mo Xuetong recalled what happened in the past and pushed the cape that he handed her away in annoyance.

“Tong'er, go with me…” Feng Yuran suddenly said with warmth in his eyes.

Mo Xuetong was furious at his impoliteness. Her face flushed red again. She was both shy and furious, she looked rather enraged. She said, “If you talk to me like this again, then don't come again. I shan't be bothered with you again.”

He was used to teasing her that he really treated her as someone he could tease. An inexplicable annoyance filled her. She thought of how he used to tease others like this and how he was treating her the same way and was immediately annoyed. He picked up a cushion beside her and hit him forcefully.

Then, he realized that he was the extremely devilish King Xuan and immediately sobered up. She swallowed but still appeared to be angry. She intended to try to outmaneuver him with his aura. However, her wandering eyes revealed her weakness.

Feng Yuran's expression grew dark after being hit. He looked at Mo Xuetong and did not speak.

Mo Xuetong grew flustered. He would not be so petty, would he!

However, this prince had always been arrogant and impolite. He might not even do Emperor Zongwen a favor.

Mo Xuetong's eyes darted away, looking anxious. She backed away subconsciously. He wouldn't really be angry, would he!

He looked at how the anger in her eyes disappeared and was replaced with anxiety as well as weakness. The expressions on her face were highly entertaining. A flash of laughter shone in his beautiful eyes. She was so lively, it proved that she had forgotten her sadness earlier. He would not forget how sad and in pain the beautiful girl looked when he first stepped in.

He would not forget how her hands shook slightly in his.

“Remember, you're not allowed to hit me the next time. Otherwise, I won't be so kind. Accompany me to watch a show now or I will not forgive you so easily.” Feng Yuran picked up the cape and threw it at Mo Xuetong.

Mo Xuetong was slightly stunned. She did not expect him to still be thinking about that. He did not seem like someone who would go to random places because he was bored. Could it be that there really was something happening? She was not in the mood to read anyway.

She took the cape and put it around herself silently. Feng Yuran reached out to help her smooth out the long fur on her collar and put the hat over her. He pushed the windows open slightly and reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist. Then, he jumped out forcefully and leaped into the air, landing on the wall of the courtyard nimbly.

He looked at Mo Xuetong who was in his embrace. She was so frightened that she had shut her eyes tightly. Her long lashes fluttered but she did not dare to open her eyes even when they stopped. He arranged her hat over her once again and felt her pale face blushing slightly under his hand. His dark eyes shone even brighter and his lips twitched up silently into a charming smile.

He hugged her to him and they quickly left the Mo Manor's courtyard wall in a few jumps.

Mo Xuetong did not know where they were going. However, she knew that Feng Yuran would not act without a plan. She did not know where he was running towards and as such, opened her eyes secretly. She felt the objects around her blurred and hurtling backward. She shuddered slightly and wrapped her arms around his waist even tighter and did not dare to look again. His lazy laughter was carried to her ears and they sounded rather teasing.

She was so annoyed she pinched his waist without even thinking.

“Hush, don't move around. Or I shan't do anything if you fall down.” His gentle laughter sounded by her ears.

Mo Xuetong could sense her body suddenly falling and she screamed. She hugged him even tighter, disregarding everything else. He wouldn't drop him, would he!

Fortunately, the falling sensation slowed down. It was as if he had spotted a place and they landed steadily. However, he continued hugging her tightly to him and she did not know what he was doing. She could hear the soft sounds of things being moved but one would not be able to hear it in the wind if they did not listen carefully.

Mo Xuetong hesitated for a while before finally opening her eyes. It was completely dark and she could only see his bright eyes that seemed to be smiling at her. He was extremely handsome. How could this man be so good-looking? His soulful eyes seemed to be full of emotions.

How many women out there could withstand this gaze of his?

Mo Xuetong avoided his eyes subconsciously and looked around. However, she realized that they were in a very odd place. These tiles… they were on a roof!

She could not help but sigh. This person was really unique. He walked on roofs as if he were on flat ground. It was in the middle of winter and they were once again enjoying the cold breeze on a roof. She wondered what he was up to again.

“Where… Where is this?” Mo Xuetong was just about to speak when another gust of wind swept by. She closed her mouth hurriedly and lowered her head.

Were they going to watch fireworks again! It's not the 15th of the month today.

“Guess?” Feng Yuran tugged her cape down and hugged her closer to him before he asked her with a light smile.

“On a roof.” Mo Xuetong answered honestly. Anyone could guess that.

“Whose roof is it?” Feng Yuran asked with a sweet smile. He did not stop what he was doing as he carefully moved the roof tiles away, piece by piece. The tiles looked expensive. They were really large and only wealthy and noble people would have tiles like that.

“Are we in the palace?” Mo Xuetong swallowed and asked hesitantly. He watched as he nimbly lifted yet another piece of tile. They could already see some light from beneath. The room below was still lit. They could also hear soft voices. Was he really peeking at others on the roof of the palace?!

If he were anyone else, Mo Xuetong would not make this guess. However, he was King Xuan. He could do anything that was impossible and ludicrous.

“How is that possible? Am I a person who does not know my limits?” Feng Yuran gave her the side-eye but did not stop working. He hugged her to him with his left hand while he moved the tiles with his right hand nimbly. He looked as if he had always been doing this.

If he did not know his limits, then who did!

Mo Xuetong was speechless as she watched him move the tiles of the roof dazedly. He did not make a single sound. If she was not watching him, she would not believe that he was so familiar with this action. Was he still the high and noble, philandering King Xuan?!

The light beneath grew even more obvious and the voices were also clearer.

Mo Xuetong grew curious. As such, she leaned into his chest quietly and waited for the answer to appear.

A familiar voice could be heard with the removal of a large tile. When she heard what the person said, Mo Xuetong's eyes grew cold as hatred flashed in them. She sat up forcefully from his embrace. If Feng Yuran had not been watching her, the two of them would have fallen in.

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