"I'm so angry."
The beauty in snow clothes knelt on one knee in front of the bed, her robe fell to the ground, her slender fingertips touched Fu Yue's face, Wen Xian murmured:
"Why are you smiling at him, smiling so gently..."
One thought of good, one thought of evil.
Wen Xian felt that his brain seemed to be torn in two, his brain hurt suddenly, and two voices kept shouting in his head, Wen Xian was so noisy that he almost lost his mind.
One voice is bewitching him to lock her up so that she can only see him alone; another voice is urging him to give up, or she will hate him...
"What are you hesitating about? You have to know that she doesn't have you in her heart at all, she has never considered your feelings!!"
"No, she'll hate you, you can't do that..."
In the end, the demons prevailed.
The corner of the man's light red lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc. He continued to half-kneel in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Fu Yue's shoulder, and helped her up.
Wen Xian reached out to wrap her in his arms.
Fei thin lips were pressed behind her ears, and a voice like a demon whispering slowly sounded, "Lan'er, wake up, wake up—"
Under Wen Xian's call.
Fu Yue really woke up, but her jade-like pupils lost focus, she looked blankly, her eyes blinked slowly, like an extremely beautiful and delicate doll.
Wen Xian kissed the corner of her lips, bewitchingly said: "Lan'er, say you love me..."
Fu Yue really opened her lips and spit out two words, "I love you..."
Her eyes staring at Wen Xian are out of focus, but they are also extremely beautiful, like a bottomless abyss, one look can make people fall.
A look of joy flashed across Wen Xian's face, but it immediately turned into deep anger, and his fair and handsome face was uncertain.
It's like a snake maniac!
…
Through this insanity.
Wen Xian has done a lot of excessive things. In modern times, it is the kind of "starting in three years, the maximum death penalty".
Flowers are tempted.
It was torn up when it was delivered to the door.
Flower cried.
Finally wilted.
…
next morning.
Fu Yue regained her sanity in a daze, her brain was still throbbing, her eyes were alternately black and white, almost as if she was blind, and her face paled visibly with the naked eye.
What's up with her
She just remembered that she seemed to have had a nightmare last night.
Obviously the mind is clear, but the body is out of control as if possessed by a demon...
To die, it was still a dream.
The expression on Fu Yue's face instantly became beautiful, from blue to white, and her thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.
The body moved.
She just felt something was wrong.
"..."
Fu Yue slowly raised her eyes.
What came into view was the man's exquisite and gorgeous face, like a crown of jade, and his dark eyes were staring at her gently, as if he had woken up for a long time.
Fu Yue: "???!!!"
who is she
where is she
what is she doing
I obviously slept alone yesterday, but there was another person on the bed the next morning, which can be called a horror! !
The answer just now gradually popped up in Fu Yue's mind—
She is now Ji Lan.
She is in the bedroom of Chaoyang Palace.
she is being torn...
Fuck, what a shitty dream, this TM is clearly reality! !
And, most importantly, this person didn't stop tearing at all.
Fu Yue closed her eyes, "...you get lost."
Wen Xian pretended to be dead.
Fu Yue: "..."
She had never wanted to kill someone so much.