I'm so angry. ”

The snow-clothed beauty knelt on one knee in front of the bed, her robe fell to the ground, her slender fingertips touched Fu Yue's face, and she muttered to herself when she heard the strings:

"Why are you smiling at him, and still smiling so gently......"

One thought of good, one thought of evil.

Wen Xian felt that his brain seemed to be torn in half, his brain suddenly hurt, and there were two voices in his head that kept shouting, and Wen Xian was about to lose his mind.

A voice was tricking him into locking her up so that she could see him alone; The other voice was urging him to give up, or she would hate him......

"What are you hesitating about? You have to know that she doesn't have you in her heart at all, and she never thinks about your feelings!!"

"No, she's going to hate you, you can't do that......

In the end, it was the demons who prevailed.

The corners of the man's light red lips slightly hooked a self-deprecating arc, and 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 and wrapped her in his arms.

The thin lips were pressed against the back of her ear, and a voice like a demon whispering slowly sounded, "Lan'er, wake up, wake up—"

At the call of Wen Xian.

Fu Yue really woke up, but her dark jade-like pupils lost focus, and she looked dumbfounded, her eyes blinking slowly, like an extremely beautiful and delicate doll.

Wen Xian kissed the corner of her lips and said bewildermently: "Lan'er, say you love me......"

Fu Yue really opened her lips and spit out two words, "Love you......"

Her eyes staring at Wen Xian were out of focus, but they were extremely beautiful, like a bottomless abyss, and one glance could make people fall.

A look of pleasure crossed Wen Xian's face, but it immediately turned into deep anger, and his fair face was cloudy.

It's like a snake spirit disease!

……

Through this Spiritualism.

Wen Xian has done a lot of excessive things, and in modern times, it is the kind of "three years start, the highest death penalty".

The flowers were seduced.

Took the initiative to send it to the door and was torn up.

The flower wept.

Finally wilted.

……

Early the next morning.

Fu Yue came back to his senses in a daze, his brain was still throbbing, and his eyes were black and white, almost as if he was blind, and his face was visibly pale.

What's wrong with her?

All she remembered was that she had a nightmare last night.

Obviously his brain is very clear, but his body is uncontrollable as if he has been caught in an evil spirit......

To die, it's still a spring dream.

The look on Fu Yue's face instantly became very good-looking, blue and white, and her thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.

The body moved.

She sensed something was wrong.

“……”

Fu Yue slowly raised his eyes.

What caught my eye was the man's delicate and beautiful face, like a crown of jade, and his dark eyes stared at her gently, as if he had been awake for a long time.

Fu Yue: "???!!! ”

Who is she?

Where is she?

What is she doing?

Yesterday I slept alone, but the next morning there was one more person in bed, which is simply terrifying!!

Fu Yue's mind gradually jumped out of the answer just now-

She is now Ji Lan.

She was in the dormitory of Chaoyang Palace.

She's being torn ......

Damn, what a bullshit dream, this TM is obviously reality!!

And, most importantly, this man did not stop tearing flowers at all.

Fu Yue closed her eyes, "...... You me off. ”

Smell the strings and pretend to be dead.

Fu Yue: "......"

She had never wanted to kill a person so much.