Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 242 The Infamous Young Lady 30

By the dim moonlight, she remained silent, secretly observing his behavior, hoping to find some clues to identify his identity.

However, the other party was adept at disguise, and no one could be seen, except...

Forget it, it shouldn't be that bad, right?

His large, cold, calloused hands were so large that the girl struggled to even wrap her arms around half of his wrist.

He gently turned his hand back, easily breaking free from her grip. His fingertips touched her lips again, the young man's expression ambiguous, carrying a hint of caress: "Now I'll give you a chance."

Ni Qing's strength was slowly returning, and she looked at him with a puzzled expression upon hearing this.

He suddenly leaned down, his cold lips touching his warm ones, and they parted almost instantly before Ni Qing could react.

She was stunned for a moment, then immediately thrust the prepared dagger forward with lightning speed.

She aimed for his neck; a hit would be fatal.

The young man lightly dodged aside, then gently caught her body as she lost her balance.

His eyes held a smile, his emotions unfathomable and unfathomable. He quietly encircled her, his hand casually stroking the top of her head.

Their mannerisms were like those of intimate lovers.

He spoke again: "I'll give you a choice, will you run away from the wedding?"

The change in topic left Ni Qing speechless.

"Wh-what?" she asked again in disbelief.

"I'll give you a chance to run away from the wedding." His voice came from behind the mask, flat and without any discernible tone.

Ni Qing laughed: "Who do you think you are? Aren't you being presumptuous to ask this question? What's it to you?"

He hasn't shown any intention of killing her after all this time; he's either trying to molest her or he's just bored.

Besides, what does it matter to him, a complete stranger, whether she gets married or not?

The young man in brocade robes slowly straightened up, gently placed her on the soft couch, covered her with a blanket, and slowly and deliberately stroked her eyebrows, chin, and neck...

There's even a downward trend.

Ni Qing suddenly laughed: "Why don't you try going down again?"

The young man paused, obediently withdrew his hand, and awkwardly adjusted his mask.

"Feel sorry."

He was unbelievably honest.

"I'm sorry, what about your whole family?" Ni Qing was so angry at his little actions that she was speechless. He kissed and touched her and now he was pretending to be good. What a mess.

The young man didn't hear her answer, but felt that continuing to ask was pointless and might only result in him being scolded.

"I'm leaving now, see you next time," he said calmly, his tone full of certainty.

Unexpectedly, tonight's operation ended with him being scolded away. Ni Qing was unlike any other woman he had ever met; she was rebellious, proud, and indifferent. He wondered if she was promiscuous.

He even opened the door very naturally and walked out slowly as if he were in his own home.

Ni Qing: "..." Your home?

Aren't assassins and killers known for going through windows?

It seems she has some misconceptions about this industry.

Ni Qing had some doubts about this person. He was somewhat similar to the male lead, Bai Guanqing. But could a person's personality change so drastically in such a short time?

She's still too good at pretending.

Not only did he become more talkative, but he also seemed like a smiling tiger, completely oblivious to the danger.

The fabric of their clothes didn't feel like that of ordinary people.

She barely slept all night, and everyone looked unwell the next day.

Zhuzhu rubbed her lower back and muttered, "Why do I feel more tired the more I sleep? My whole body aches and I have no energy at all."

This might be the effect of the incense.

They continued their journey, traveling steadily for several days, and finally saw the prosperous Yu Kingdom beginning to emerge.

The mysterious young man in black mask never appeared again before, and for some reason, Ni Qing thought of his words: "See you next time."

She had a strange, bad feeling; she had a feeling that they would meet again, and soon.