A gentle tone, an affectionate expression, and loving eyes.
Every word she uttered seems to be able to draw her heart.
In the illusion just now, the broken heart has been healed.
"What's the matter, do you want me to carry you here?" Seeing that she hadn't moved for a while, Di Moxuan gave a low smile, stood up, and walked towards her.
The purple robe is shining, and under the clusters of flowers, it seems like a god has descended.
He is unparalleled in beauty, unmatched by anyone.
Ye Qingluo's feet seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move.
Di Moxuan had already walked in front of her, his slender fingers, with well-defined joints, brushed the broken hair on her forehead.
Immediately, he raised her lower jaw and placed a light kiss on her lips.
His arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist.
A strong masculine breath filled Ye Qingluo's breath.
It almost made her dizzy.
Her hand was tight.
Grasping the hands around her waist, she said calmly, "Let me go."
This is an illusion.
She cannot be affected by illusions.
But, the next moment, the man's hand suddenly covered her head.
It seemed that something was placed on her head.
Ye Qingluo was startled, and was about to reach out to touch it.
Di Moxuan's big palm had already caught her little hand.
With the other hand, he flicked the sleeve robe.
In the colorful flower garden, a bronze mirror with a height of two meters appeared.
It clearly reflects...the scene of the two of them embracing each other tightly.
Di Moxuan's hot chest covered Ye Qingluo's soft back.
His head rested on her slender shoulder.
A hand wrapped around her slender waist, bringing the distance between them closer.
Ye Qingluo looked into the bronze mirror, with a wreath on her head.
It was a garland woven of bright red cherry blossoms.
"Do you like it?" He asked in her ear.
Ye Qingluo's face suddenly flushed red.
A string that was tense in my mind broke completely when I saw this garland.
Heartbeat, suddenly accelerated.
Wreaths he wove himself.
For her, hand-knitted garlands.
She blushed and nodded: "I like it."
"It's fine if you like it, and it's not in vain for my efforts to weave this wreath." Di Moxuan smiled softly, raising his hand as if begging for praise.
On those slender fingers, there were traces of scratches, large and small, scratched and strangled by the slender things in his eyes.
Ye Qing's long eyelashes trembled, she held his hand, and gently kissed those marks.
The man who was clinging to him behind him suddenly froze.
Immediately afterwards, his palm directly covered her body, moving over her body domineeringly and not gently.
Ye Qingluo blushed slightly, and immediately grabbed his hand in embarrassment.
But the man's other hand lifted his jaw.
Forced her to look at herself in the bronze mirror.
In the bronze mirror, the woman's stunning face was smoky red.
The curved and charming eyes, like silk, seem to be sending out a seductive invitation.
Her red lips parted slightly, panting softly.
The soft delicate body writhed uncomfortably.
As for the man behind him, his expression was also that of being in a state of love.
The twinkling peach blossom eyes are deep and dark.
His heavy breathing was next to her ear.
"Xiao Luo'er...Xiao Luo'er..." He called her name with a hoarse voice, revealing a bit of eagerness.
Ye Qingluo's face was red, her whole body was paralyzed, and she had no strength at all.
This softness gave the man behind him more opportunities.
His big palm was directly in front of Ye Qingluo's Yuexiong.
Ye Qingluo stretched out his hand in a panic and pushed it away: "Ah, Ah Xuan, it's too fast...we..."