Chapter 2 (1/2)

”Mojawah? Why am I here? ” Ling Feitong was so shocked that he forgot the fact that he had just accepted his rebirth in a strange body.

With a cold face, he slowly stretched out his finger like a work of art and scraped it on his neck. A trace of red blood fell on the pure white glove.

”Who gives you the courage to call the king by his name?” He took a look at the bloodstain, took off the dirty gloves and threw them on the carpet.

He has a pair of black hair heavy eyes, without any emotion, looking at the teenager sitting on the big black bed in a messy Nightgown, and his red lips are light.

”Get out of here.”

Ling Feitong opened his mouth. He suddenly realized that this body is mojiahua's lover.

Or a lover without status.

Does he have a lover? How the hell is that possible? Who is the one who shows his abstinence and self-respect? Or has he always misunderstood him?

Even death did not let Ling Feitong panic, but when he learned the news like lightning, Ling Feitong was at a loss.

He clenched his hands at the edge of the quilt, and because of the strength of his fist, his joints turned white, and he seemed to tremble with fear.

”I see.” Ling Feitong strong hold back the emotion that is about to gush out, he knows this time can't show a bit of horse's feet.

Before he ran away from home, Ling Feitong climbed down from the big bed and went out barefoot from the luxurious room. After going out, he did not forget to bring the door gently.

Ling Feitong stands beside the exquisite lace railing and looks at the servants who walk silently below. Suddenly, he has a sense of disorder of time and space.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What the hell am I doing?

For a warrior, it's rare for a warrior to wake up in the middle of the night.