Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1280

“Oh, bring it in.”

Si Jin started to speak, but Xiao Yao couldn’t help but take a breath.

He quickly ran into the small dark room on his four short legs, clasped his paws together, and lit the candle reverently.

[Oh, oh, is it going to the crematorium? Is it going to the crematorium? ~(^з^)-☆]

[Don’t blame me, my lord. I definitely don’t mean to gloat over other people’s misfortunes. Absolutely not! ]

The letter was delivered and placed on Si Jin’s desk.

When leaving, the messenger boy even looked at Sheng Linyuan with sympathy.

The young master had always regarded Nan Yuan as his sweetheart, thinking about her every day.

It would be fine if Nan Yuan didn’t come back. If she did, I’m afraid that the efforts made by the Prime Minister these days would be…

“Alas.” The servant closed the door and sighed softly.

This originally unnoticeable voice became more and more obvious when it fell into Sheng Linyuan’s ears, making his heart hang in the air.

He saw Si Jin pick up the letter and called out, “A Yuan?”

Perhaps because he felt guilty, Sheng Linyuan subconsciously changed the name Si Jin called out to “A Yuan”.

Ah Yuan, Ah Yuan…

He had clearly ordered the killing, why hasn’t Nan Yuan died yet?

It must be that bastard Sheng Linfeng again, ruining his plans!

Sheng Linyuan took a deep breath nervously, took two steps forward, poured a cup of tea and brought it to Si Jin.

At least… Jinjin can’t find out tonight.

But eating noodles alone is useless. What if the effect is not enough?

“Jinjin, have some tea.”

Si Jin glanced at the tea beside him and tightened his grip on the envelope.

Both sides have used drugs. Is Sheng Linyuan ready to fight him to the death and force his way into his woman?

He still wants to confess, so just act for a while and keep him company.

Si Jin held the letter in front of Sheng Linyuan, “Ah Yuan, I’m asking you a question, what kind of tea are you pouring for me?”

The young man acted innocent and said, “Nan Yuan…who is she?”

Looking at the young master’s confused eyes, Sheng Linyuan gradually had some dark thoughts in his heart.

He snatched the envelope from Si Jin’s hand and decisively placed it on the table, still coaxing her gently: “For a dying person, the letter is not important. I’m afraid it will dirty Jin Jin’s eyes, so I won’t read it.”

Tsk, you’re planning to kill someone to silence them~

“Oh.” Si Jin nodded, and was determined to go against him: “When a man is about to die, his words are good. It would be bad if you don’t read them, right?”

“No need, Jinjin.” Sheng Linyuan lowered his voice, picked up the teacup on the table with his hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he fed it to Si Jin lip to lip.

Like a wolf hunting in the dark night, he gently stroked the boy’s slightly red earlobe, his voice low and dangerous: “Do you feel… that there are more important things to do now?”

Si Jin’s breathing became a little disordered, and when he hugged Sheng Linyuan, the corners of his eyes turned red with excitement.

This is the nature of men. When they meet the person they love, they will do whatever it takes to get her.

Even if it’s cheating, even if it’s robbery, even if it’s imprisonment.

Si Jin was excited because if it were him, he would do the same.

So, Xiao Yuan did a really good job.

However, he still bit Fengzi Sheng’s shoulder hard and tasted a few drops of his blood.

He is too crazy and too sinister. He needs to be taught a lesson.

… …

After an unknown amount of time, Si Jin lost consciousness.

I only vaguely heard the sound of several iron chains around me.

After a while, something cold was put around my wrist.

But… perhaps he couldn’t bear it, Sheng Linyuan finally threw the chain down on the couch, and kissed Si Jin reluctantly.

She lay beside him and hugged him gently.

I don’t know, how long can I hold you?

My precious, my precious, I really can’t bear to give you to others, and I don’t want to see you hate me.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe even Sheng Linyuan himself didn’t realize it, he was crying.

A tear, by chance, fell on Si Jin’s cheek, and it felt cold.