He has an aura on his body, which makes people automatically hold their breath in front of him, and he doesn't dare to breathe, and of course he doesn't dare to lie.

Lao Zhong actually doesn't trust people easily, but he inexplicably believes in this Mr. Han,

At that moment, he respectfully told some of the things that Ning Xuemo had encountered recently, of course, only to what he knew.

Han Shanyue listened to him without saying a word, some of these things he knew, and some he didn't know

Ning Xuemo was beaten hard by the lobbyists sent by the old emperor last night, and soon after returning to the house, he went back to his house and slept a lot.

It was a very good night's sleep, from 10 a.m. to late in the evening.

When she woke up, she opened her eyes and found that the light of the setting sun outside the window had shone through the window screen, and it was shining on a person in front of the window.

The man had his back to her, painting on a desk under the window. The sunlight gilded a faint golden light on his body, and it looked very elegant and beautiful.

However, the moment Ning Xuemo saw him, all the beauty that she had just slept was gone

Suddenly sat up: "Why are you here"

Ning Xuemo has always been very particular about where she sleeps, and she pays great attention to secrecy.

No one is allowed in her dormitory. She even set up a formation outside her dorm.

If you want to get into her bedroom, you have to go through that formation first.

And if someone breaks into the formation, there is no reason for her, the person who set up the formation, not to know

That person was naturally Han Shanyue, he didn't answer Ning Xuemo's words, but raised the painting in his hand: "How did you know him?"

After Ning Xuemo saw the painting clearly, her heart jumped slightly

The painting depicts a man in red, with beautiful and picturesque facial features, an elegant and poetic demeanor, and a red dress as dazzling as the morning glow.

It was Xue Yilan, the red-clothed demon, who was drawn by this Han Shanyue's brilliant brush, as if he could immediately come out of the painting.

"You saw him," Ning Xuemo blurted out.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have seen it look like this.

A dark light flashed in Hanshan Yue's eyes, and he asked again: "How did you and him meet" His voice seemed to be lowered twice.

Ning Xuemo ignored him, stretched on the bed, and said lazily: "You don't care how I know" lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.

With a wave of Han Shanyue's sleeves, a faint white light flashed, Ning Xuemo's whole body stiffened, damn it, she couldn't move again

She did exactly what she did to get out of bed, and halfway through it, he used a fixing technique to freeze her, leaning forward, with one leg underneath, this posture was not ordinary uncomfortable.

Ning Xuemo raised her eyes indignantly, and saw Han Shanyue slowly walking towards her step by step.

The inexplicably powerful momentum on his body made Ning Xuemo's heart beat wildly, and she glared at him: "What are you doing?"

He approached step by step, and finally stopped in front of her bed, less than half a meter away from her, a very dangerous distance.

looked at her condescendingly, and slowly spit out three words: "What do you say?"

His posture was too dangerous, and a faint fragrance permeated her, as if it would knock her down at any moment

Ning Xuemo couldn't move, otherwise she would have shrunk to the corner of the bed

He leaned down slowly, slowly reaching out to her

Ning Xuemo was shocked, he wouldn't ask her for it now

"Han Shanyue, don't mess around, we're not married yet, you can't" Her cry was cut off by one of his outstretched fingers.

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