Chu Yanhuan stared, raised his hand to pull Fu Yi, hugged her waist, "Hey, don't go, explain to me first!"
The two of them fell on the couch at once.
Accidentally during the pulling, the girl's head hit the bed.
A delicate and soft voice sounded.
"Ugh... it hurts."
Shen Qingjue, who just opened the door, heard this sentence.
Then he raised his eyes, his thick and curly eyelashes trembled like a small fan, and looked at the person inside.
After seeing the situation inside clearly.
The young man's dark pupils were constricted, and his delicate face was slightly pale.
Naturally, he could tell that the person on the bed wearing a court lady's attire was a man.
The neckline of Fuyi was ripped open, revealing a large white chest, such a disheveled appearance, and the little girl next to him... entangled.
Because of the angle, it was the same as Chu Yanhuan's "pain".
Shen Qingjue misunderstood.
His complexion was a little pale, and his delicate and picturesque eyebrows seemed to lose their color in an instant, and his eyes trembled and swayed.
eventually broken.
Shen Qingjue's feet almost went limp, and then he held onto the door frame uncontrollably, his slender knuckles turning white.
Waves of dizziness came in his mind, he reached out to support his forehead, and then walked away slowly.
Stiff steps, lonely back.
Shen Qingjue raised his hand and closed the door of the dormitory, sat in the main hall outside, reached for the pot of Hantan incense left on the table, and took a sip.
What a pain...
He called Bai Zhi who was about to enter the bedroom, "Don't go in, the princess is asleep, don't disturb her."
Bai Zhi paused, said hello, bowed to Shen Qingjue, and then led all the maids down.
Shen Qingjue didn't know how long he had been waiting, but he just sat like this, almost becoming a statue.
It seems like a long time, and it seems like just a while.
…
In fact, Fuyi was just coaxing Chu Yanhuan to sleep inside.
"My aunt, go to sleep." Fuyi wanted to cry, but almost wanted to buy a rope and hang himself.
The girl sat cross-legged on the couch, and said solemnly: "Why do you sleep, Poverty is someone who wants to cultivate immortality."
Fuyi: "..."
Bah, believe me!
You just said that you are a little fairy who fell from the sky!
After arguing for a long time, Chu Yanhuan finally fell asleep, Fu Yi covered her with a quilt, and then went out exhausted.
After closing the door and seeing Shen Qingjue sitting in the main hall, Fuyi was startled, blessed him and backed away.
The young man's cold eyes fell on Fu Yi's body, as cold as frost and snow, bone-chilling.
That look seemed to be looking at a dead person.
After a moment of silence, the young man raised his slender fingers and put the jug in his hand on the table.
There was a loud, crisp sound.
Shen Qingjue walked into Chu Yanhuan's bedroom with a steady pace, very regular.
It's like knocking on people's hearts.
Seeing the girl sleeping on the couch, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, the cold eyes almost overflowing with black.
He raised his snow-white fingertips and touched the girl's eyebrows.
Muttered: "Why..."
"Yan Huan, why are you so rude, do you know how angry I am?"
The young man's tone was gentle and somewhat strange.
He took the girl's hand and placed it on his chest.
"I really hurt."
"It hurts like hell... Do you know that?"
Chu Yanhuan woke up.
The girl frowned uncomfortably, and slowly opened her eyes, her curled eyelashes trembling, only to find that her eyes were blurred, and her eyes were covered with a layer of ribbon.
And her hands were also bound and tied above her head.
Chu Yanhuan: "??"
Who did it
So perverted!
Just as the girl was about to speak, her red lips were blocked, she sobbed and couldn't speak.
The light fragrance between the lips and teeth lingers, densely packed.
The mind was empty for a while, and the girl's beautiful big eyes were quickly covered with a thin layer of mist.
Chu Yanhuan suddenly groaned in pain.
The other party bit her neck, as if punishing, and it hurt slightly.