Fu Yue turned his head, his slender fingers covering the door.

The door hasn't been opened yet.

Her waist was clasped, and she was forced to turn around, her back against the door of the dormitory, and the emperor's red lips were already covered.

Fall one after another.

A distracted kiss.

……

Fu Yue raised his hand to push him, his dark eyes were filled with a layer of mist, and his red lips opened, "Don't, I haven't drunk the wine yet......"

Hear this.

Yan Qi stopped moving, and the inky storm condensed in her narrow peach blossom eyes gradually subsided, and her curled eyelashes trembled twice, hiding the uneasiness at the bottom of her eyes.

"Drink, naturally drink."

He raised his hand, picked up Fu Yue by the waist, and walked towards the bed with steady steps.

Putting the woman in his arms on the soft bed, Yan Qi turned around and took two glasses of wine, and pinched the cups with her snow-white fingertips.

He handed it over to Fu Yue.

She opened her clear eyes, then raised her hand to take the glass.

The sleeves are intertwined.

After drinking this glass of wine, the wine glass was directly thrown to the ground by Yan Qi.

A broken sound rang out.

Snow-white fingertips grazed the woman's slender waist, fingers nimbly unbuttoned.

The emperor's cherry red lips were lowered.

Between the lips and teeth, the intertwined breath is clean and clear with a hint of wine.

……

Lingering overnight.

The corners of the woman's reddened eyes and the low sobbing sound could not be stopped for a long time.

An overwhelming feeling of suffocation.

Rushing to the face.

A white wrist sticking out from under the thin quilt hung down weakly.

……

Early the next morning.

Fu Yue was still asleep deeply, her long crow-blue hair hanging down the back of her head, lining her pale face, even more thin and delicate.

She didn't sleep very well.

His brow furrowed.

Then a slender hand gently touched her eyebrows.

Fu Yue unconsciously dodged to the side.

Muttered, "Don't make a fuss, I'm going to sleep......"

When she opened her eyes in a daze, she saw the beauty sitting in front of the bed.

He was still wearing the red clothes of yesterday, his soft black hair was draped, and a few strands fell in front of his forehead, covering half of his face, and the curvature of his side face was extremely amazing.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the light red and thin lips slightly provoke a touch of curvature, of course, the most beautiful is the pair of breezy and moonlit eyes.

There is a bit of indifference and compassion in it, but there is also a feeling of indifference to the common people.

The sunlight shining in from outside was not dazzling, but it was a little pale.

Against the light.

The beauty is almost impossible to take your eyes off.

This was the first time Fu Yue had seen Yan Qi with her hair draped.

It's not feminine, but it's almost sharp.

As long as you look at him, you can understand that there is always a world in this world that cannot be depicted by ink and blue.

Fu Yue blinked, her mind was a little clearer, she sat up slowly, subconsciously raised her hand, and hugged the neck of the person in front of her.

Hold it softly.

“…… Why did you get up so early? ”

Her voice was lazy when she first woke up, a little hoarse, and a little coquettish.

The beauty of Zhilan Yushu replied softly: "I can't sleep, so I wake up." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly and gathered the soft green silk for Fu Yue.

The tone was flat and quiet.

Listening to it calms people's minds.

Why was Britney so gentle all of a sudden, which made her a little uncomfortable for a while.

Fu Yue blinked, raised his eyes to look at Yan Qi, then raised his lips and kissed the beauty's fair cheek very lightly.

muttered, "Why are you weird today......"

Yan Qi's eyes trembled, and her cherry red lips pursed slightly.

It does feel like something is wrong.

Fu Yue raised his hand and pushed the other party away, those dark eyes, and the cold that slowly condensed was like ice and snow.

Palm flying.

I don't know where it came from, a dagger pinched in the woman's slender and white hand.

The sharp blade pressed against the man's white neck.

"Who are you?".

Fu Yue's voice was a little ruthless in her softness.