Chapter 1133 - Where Did You Get The Money (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Feng Lingxue froze and stared at him in shock.

What did he just say?

Xuan Ying got up quietly, his silver mask dazzling under the bright lights. He strode over calmly, his heavy black army boots crossing over a puddle of blood. As he neared, he asked, “Do I have to repeat myself?”

Feng Lingxue was speechless.

He really wanted to check for himself?

He wanted to check whether she was really on her period.

Xuan Ying caught her chin with his long fingers and raised her face. “Do you know what kind of people I hate the most? Those who lie to me.”

He stoked her jaw as he said this. “Feng Lingxue, You’ve already lied to me once. You wouldn’t lie to me again, would you?”

Feng Lingxue shook his head. “I wouldn’t dare, Master.”

“That’s great. Lie to me again and I’ll… kill you.” He let go of her chin.

Feng Lingxue lay herself on the sofa. Xuan Ying walked forward, lifting her skirt with his large palms. Her fair, slim legs appeared in front of him.

She wore a pair of nude lace shorts underneath her skirt. He looked at her as he hooked a finger under her shorts and started pulling them downwards…

Feng Lingxue’s eyelashes quivered. Having him check her like this was mortifying.

But she wasn’t afraid.

Because she had filled her pad with fake blood. It was supposed to be a precaution. She hadn’t expected to actually need it.

At this moment, Xuan Ying released her. He was done checking.

Feng Lingxue tidied her clothes up quickly. “Master, I didn’t lie to you. I’m really on my period. All women get their period once a month.”

Xuan Ying sat at the edge of the sofa, a fire burning in his dark, glassy eyes. “How many days?”

“About seven days.”

Xuan Ying pressed his thin lips together and reached under her skirt again, rubbing her slim legs.

What was he doing?

Despite the distance between them, she could feel his hot breath and his restlessness. She quickly pressed on his large hands. “No, you’ll make me sick like that.”

Xuan Ying retracted his hands when he heard that. Feng Lingxue pressed herself closer against the sofa to put more distance between them.

At this moment, he reached out and grabbed her pearl-studded bag.

Her breath caught.

She hadn’t expected him to grab her clutch. It was her personal property. Anybody with status wouldn’t do this. Every gentleman and even those without any dignity wouldn’t. He was already the Silver Mask King, yet was still trying to pry into her clutch.

The picture that Gu Mohan gave her was in her clutch.

His eyes were too sharp. He had even caught her gripping onto her clutch too tightly just now.

Had he noticed anything?

Feng Lingxue reached out to snatch it back. “Give it back to me!”

Xuan Ying raised his hands up high and out of her reach. His bloodshot eyes lingered over her cold face, not missing a single change in that expression of hers. “You’re anxious. Or is it that you’re guilty? Is there something I can’t see in this bag?”

“No…”

He pulled open the zipper and reached into the bag.