Chapter 299 : A Rose Wedding 25 (1/2)

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“What’re you reaching your hand out for?” Shi Sheng dragged Xi Yin’s arm back in and shut his window. He grabbed her hand, shooting a smile at her.

She didn’t take it back and continued driving with the other hand. Her gaze turned to the side. She’d seen it too. The abnormality with the flowers.

But since Xi Yin didn’t say anything, she wasn’t planning on asking. After all, it was none of her business.

Once Shi Sheng parked the car in a deserted area, Xi Yin suddenly moved in for a kiss. It was just a light one, more to taste her than anything else.

A moment later, he asked in a low voice, “You clearly saw it. Why aren’t you asking?”

Shi Sheng placed her hand against his chest and moved back. “Do you want to tell me?”

“If you want to know, I’ll tell you.” Xi Yin looked at her earnestly. She blinked.

Seeing his reflection in her eyes caused Xi Yin’s gaze to darken and he pressed down on her once more.

By the time Xi Yin released her, Shi Sheng’s face was a bit red. ‘Since when was this fellow so good at kissing? I nearly couldn’t help myself just now!’

“Many vampires died there once.” Xi Yin’s voice was very faint; had the interior of the car not been completely silent, Shi Sheng probably wouldn’t have been able to hear him.

She turned to look at Xi Yin only to find that he was looking at her, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. That smile contained no warmth, only a strange coldness.

“I killed them,” spoke Xi Yin.

Shi Sheng stared at Xi Yin, feeling the stirrings of anger. ‘He’s still trying to feel me out! This idiot!’

Shi Sheng suppressed the anger with several deep breaths as her lips tugged into a smile. “I don’t care what you’ve done or what you want to do. Even if you wanted to kill off every vampire, I’d be on your side, got it?”

Xi Yin’s tightly clenched fist slowly loosened up, a true smile slowly appearing on his features.

He felt around his wrist for a while before Shi Sheng saw a pendant hanging off a red string appear in his hand. He pulled Shi Sheng’s wrist over and helped her put it on.

“This is…”

If she remembered correctly, this was the bracelet she’d seen in Mi Nai’s painting.

‘Is he that child? Just where did Mi Nai get the painting from?’

“It’s just an ordinary bracelet, but it was passed down to me by my clan. It represents your status,” Xi Yin explained in a low voice, “Your status as my wife.”

He raised his head and planted a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips. “You’ve made your choice, Mi Nai. There’s no turning back now.”

Shi Sheng scoffed, pinching his face as she spoke nastily, “Please! As if I was planning to! What I want most is to live and die together!”

Xi Yin appeared pleased. “As my woman, you should feel that way. You can’t die while I live, nor can you live when I die.”

Shi Sheng raised a brow. She felt like she was more selfish than him—she’d destroy the world in a heartbeat if pushed too far, especially if the person doing the pushing happened to be the one she liked.

But that didn’t matter, for she’d always find him again.

‘Still, this fellow wants to get married without even proposing? In his dreams!’

The bracelet would disappear when it was Xi Yin’s wrist, but not when it was on Shi Sheng’s.

Shi Sheng leaned against the driver’s seat. Her wrist was lifted in the air and she shook it every so often, her gaze fixed to the glittering pendant that swung due to the movement. Xi Yin found her childish behaviour rather funny.

“That painting…” Shi Sheng put down her hand and turned around, her expression hesitant.

“My mother painted it.” Xi Yin answered naturally. “That’s just half of the painting. I’ll take you to see the other half when we have the time.”

He lifted Shi Sheng from the driver’s seat and placed her on his lap, his fingers brushing against the red string on her wrist as his chin rested on her shoulder. “I’ve never seen the painting complete before. My mother said that if I ever found the person with the other half, they’d bring me salvation.”

“But…the age gap is so wide ah!” Shi Sheng was confused. Just what age did Xi Yin’s mother live in?

‘How was she so certain this painting would end up in a girl’s hands? What if a guy got it?!’