"Not coming out means that after you know all the truth, you can't face your aunt?"
Ye Qingluo didn't care about Miao Zhi's words, but looked in that direction and continued, "Is it because... Even if you know the reason, you still can't forgive her?"
After hearing her words, Miao Zhi's obvious expression froze on her face.
Her face also gradually turned pale.
The tightly bound hands clenched even tighter.
Ye Qingluo would be so sure.
It's confirmed... Miao Yiyi is not far from this guest room.
In other words, all the memories she just said.
Miao Yiyi heard it all.
Miao Yiyi knew the cause and effect of everything.
As Ye Qingluo said, he couldn't face her.
Or because... unforgivable
In this uneasy atmosphere.
A girl dressed in the costume of a candidate for the Holy Maiden of the Miao nationality slowly walked into the eyes of the two of them.
The girl's face was full of tears.
A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Miao Zhi closely, as if confirming something.
When Miao Zhi's eyes fell on the girl's face, her whole body froze in place as if she had turned into a fossil.
"Don't you want the two of you to calm down and resolve the misunderstanding? What are you doing here?" Ye Qingluo glanced at Miao Zhi and said softly.
These two people, played by fate, had too many misunderstandings.
things between them.
Outsiders can't intervene.
Only if the two of them candidly announce it and speak out what is in their hearts, can it be resolved.
Ye Qingluo didn't intend to meddle in their grievances.
Miao Zhi's throat moved, and her pale lips trembled slightly.
But for a long while, he couldn't utter a word.
If you look closely, you can see...
At this moment, Miao Zhi's body was trembling uncontrollably.
One person was stiff, not daring to speak, breaking the silence at this moment.
One with tears all over his face, just watching quietly.
This situation lasted almost half a stick of incense.
Seeing that Ye Qingluo acted directly, he threw the two people out: "Go, go, don't disturb Ah Xuan's rest!"
After closing the door, Ye Qingluo returned to the bed and sat down.
With one hand, he held the man's broad palm.
It seemed that only in this way could he feel that she was by his side.
only…
Her ass, hadn't had time to sit hot yet.
Suddenly, the waist tightened suddenly.
Suddenly, there was a whirlwind.
Her body had already fallen onto the bed.
The man's hot and firm body firmly fixed her delicate body between his arms.
The familiar scent of sandalwood filled his nostrils.
The man's hair was as long as ink, pouring down, falling on her face, stirring her skin.
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrunk slightly, passing through her hair.
In her eyes, there is a reflection of that... a face of peerless elegance, elegance and indifference.
It's Emperor Moxuan...
he woke up!
Ye Qingluo's eyes brightened slightly, showing joy: "Ah Xuan, your body..."
"What's wrong with the deity?" Di Moxuan narrowed his long and narrow peach eyes, and raised his thin lips slightly, "So eager to fulfill the promise to the deity?"
Ye Qingluo's pupils trembled.
Is the centrifugation Gu still dominant in his... body
Has he become that Lord Emperor Zun who forgot about her, has a strong aura, and has an extremely black belly
"Why are you in a daze?" Di Moxuan leaned down, put his thin lips close to hers, and smiled hoarsely, "I tried my best to get this deity into this... small room, lonely and widowed..."
He paused, his voice even hoarse.