My Little Girl (47)
Sheng Qianmo had to release her so she could breathe a little. He approached her, and with a stirring and provocative voice, he said, “This Prince saw you from within the back rows.”
Shu Nuan felt her ears tingling and strength leaving her body. However, Sheng Qianmo was able to get hold of her, and he pressed her against the door.
Shu Nuan was so frightened, by instinct she pushed at his neck. But he felt no strength behind her hands. Nonetheless, she was blushing with shame, eyelids red and eyes tear-rimmed. The pitiable obsidian irises stared back at him. It seemed she wanted to beg for mercy, but was afraid he would just bully her more.
“Shu Nuan, you are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear with a deep and pleasant voice.
Shu Nuan felt a tingling sensation. This was the first time she had heard Sheng Qianmo speak her name with such affection. She felt a little weak, and unconsciously her small hands wrapped around his neck.
Sheng Qianmo seemed to be blamed for something. He coaxed her again in a low voice, “Will you sing a song to This Prince?
Shu Nuan blushed harder, moreso when she thought how they were standing behind the stage where another performance was still going on. But now she was being bullied by Sheng Qianmo. How could she be in the mood to sing for him?
Shu Nuan muttered, “Don’t…”
Sheng Qianmo continued his gentle coaxing. “This Prince wants to hear it.”
Shu Nuan’s eyes were wet and she forced herself to sing. In the end, she sang aloud half-gasping in a soft tone, but the voice was different from the one on the stage. It was clearand light.
But it was more pleasant and a little mysterious this way.
Such soft cries.
Sheng Qianmo thought how he was the only one who could hear such a voice, and it made him feel comfortable.
My Little Girl (47)
Sheng Qianmo had to release her so she could breathe a little. He approached her, and with a stirring and provocative voice, he said, “This Prince saw you from within the back rows.”
Shu Nuan felt her ears tingling and strength leaving her body. However, Sheng Qianmo was able to get hold of her, and he pressed her against the door.
Shu Nuan was so frightened, by instinct she pushed at his neck. But he felt no strength behind her hands. Nonetheless, she was blushing with shame, eyelids red and eyes tear-rimmed. The pitiable obsidian irises stared back at him. It seemed she wanted to beg for mercy, but was afraid he would just bully her more.
“Shu Nuan, you are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear with a deep and pleasant voice.
Shu Nuan felt a tingling sensation. This was the first time she had heard Sheng Qianmo speak her name with such affection. She felt a little weak, and unconsciously her small hands wrapped around his neck.
Sheng Qianmo seemed to be blamed for something. He coaxed her again in a low voice, “Will you sing a song to This Prince?
Shu Nuan blushed harder, moreso when she thought how they were standing behind the stage where another performance was still going on. But now she was being bullied by Sheng Qianmo. How could she be in the mood to sing for him?
Shu Nuan muttered, “Don’t…”
Sheng Qianmo continued his gentle coaxing. “This Prince wants to hear it.”
Shu Nuan’s eyes were wet and she forced herself to sing. In the end, she sang aloud half-gasping in a soft tone, but the voice was different from the one on the stage. It was clearand light.
But it was more pleasant and a little mysterious this way.
Such soft cries.
Sheng Qianmo thought how he was the only one who could hear such a voice, and it made him feel comfortable.
