Muyan wanted to grind her teeth again, no, she wanted to rub the little pervert on the ground.
"Then why do you want me to enter this door?"
Li Weiran thought for a while, then said solemnly: "Intuition."
I feel you are a ghost!
The footsteps of the pursuers downstairs were getting closer and closer.
Muyan was about to give up on entering the door and continue running up.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Muyan didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly dragged Li Weiran into the house.
The door closed automatically behind her.
Muyan was stunned for a moment, before she had time to react, she felt that her feet were empty, and then she fell down suddenly.
Li Weiran you bastard!
Next time I'll trust your gut I'm a dog! !
…
Muyan woke up in a burst of strong fragrance.
She felt that her body was a little heavy, and her head seemed to be hit hard by someone, it was dull and painful.
She struggled to open her eyes, and what she saw was a woman's boudoir.
On the dressing table not far ahead, a slender woman was gently combing her black and thick hair.
Muyan shook her head, trying to sit up.
Suddenly, he found that his hands and feet were tied.
It is not a bed under the body, but a round altar.
"Are you awake?" A soft and pleasant female voice came, "It's good if you wake up, at least when you get to the underworld, you will know exactly how you died?"
Muyan struggled vigorously, but the rope that bound her did not move at all.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do when you tie me up? Where's my friend?"
The woman in front of the mirror turned around slowly, revealing a chapped and skinny face like old tree bark.
Muyan's eyes widened in shock.
The contrast between the back and the front is too great.
"Why do you look at me like this? Am I not beautiful? Am I not young?"
The woman walked towards her slowly, her long hair brushing gently behind her.
With a slender waist and a slender and graceful figure, coupled with the layout of the boudoir with a bit of a youthful atmosphere, it should be a heart-warming picture.
But with that dying face, it looks weird no matter how you look at it.
The woman stared into her eyes and asked again, "Answer my question, am I beautiful? Young?"
Muyan swallowed, wondering if she should answer this question against her will.
"I'll let you answer my question, do you hear me!!!"
The woman's voice suddenly rose up, making Muyan jump greatly.
Her face also became more and more distorted and terrifying due to loss of patience.
The slender and fair hand stretched out, about to pinch Muyan's neck.
At this moment, a deep and indifferent male voice came: "Wan'er, you are messing around again."
When the woman heard the voice, she immediately changed her expression, smiled and rushed forward, and threw herself into the arms of a man.
Muyan looked up.
I saw a young man with profound features, handsome appearance, who looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, stretched out his hand to embrace the woman in his arms, and patted her on the back like coaxing a child.
"Brother!" The woman has an old face, but her voice is soft and sweet, like a child who has just grown up, "Brother, is Wan'er beautiful? Young?"
The man looked at her tenderly, touched her face lightly, and said softly, "Wan'er is very beautiful and young."
The woman immediately let out a silver bell-like laugh, and even got out of the man's embrace and turned around in the room.
She held her face in her hands, tilted her head and asked, "Brother, is Wan'er old enough to get married?"