Finally, the setting sun completely disappeared from the horizon, darkness came to the earth, and then, the entire castle lit up, as bright as day.

The bright moonlight in the sky shines into the room through the window, and also shines in the figure of Luo Wan sitting by the window, stretched out on the floor.

He seemed extremely lonely and lonely.

When Ye Feimo opened the door and came in, he saw a scene he would never forget.

There were no lights on in the room, only the moonlight came in, casting a hazy light inside the room.

She was sitting by the semicircular window, hugging her knees, looking out with her head sideways.

The moonlight outlined her beautiful side face like God's favorite work of art.

A stray piece of black silk lay on her back, as smooth as the finest silk satin woven from the south of the Yangtze River.

Hearing the sound of the room door opening, Luo Wan looked back.

That glance almost made Ye Feimo's breathing stop.

With black hair, black eyes, red lips and white teeth, she is so beautiful that she has a kind of enchantment that makes people startle.

Ye Fei's dark eyes tightened. He walked over without turning on the light and said softly: "Why are you sitting here...it's so cold..."

Nothing strange could be seen on his stern face, as if the confrontation and hurt between the two during the day no longer existed.

Walking over very carefully, Ye Feimo raised his hand, picked up Luo Wan from the window, and held her in his arms.

Feeling her warm body temperature, soft body, and her gentle breathing, he felt slightly at ease.

The moment he saw her sitting by the window, shrouded in moonlight, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if she wanted to leave on the moon in an ethereal way.

It gave him such a strong sense of unreality.

Only by holding her in my arms like this can I soothe the uneasiness slightly.

Luo Wan was very quiet and obeyed without struggling. He took her down from the window and put her on the bed.

Although she tried her best to remain calm and calm, her heartbeat still didn't accelerate when she saw that the entire back of Ye Feimo's right hand was wrapped in white gauze.

He...injured himself?

"Are you hungry? I heard they said you didn't eat today..." Ye Feimo looked extremely gentle, smiled lightly, and gently rubbed his cheek tenderly against hers.

Luo Wan turned her cheek away as if resisting, then shook her head.

Ye Feimo was not annoyed by her silent resistance.

"Don't you want to eat it? How about I ask them to make your favorite porridge?" He coaxed, with a doting tone.

The more such pampering, the more uncomfortable it made Luo Wan feel.

At this moment, he was like the most perfect lover.

She couldn't help but let herself indulge in it, but he had cruelly told her long ago that this was just a game he hadn't played enough.

So, these are all fake.

His tenderness is fake, and his doting and affection are also fake...

Luo Wan shook her head again, as if she didn't want to say more.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, we'll eat later!" Leaning against her, Ye Feimo was slightly moved, his lazy voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help but kiss her lips lightly.

Ever since he tasted her, every time she got close to him, he couldn't help but throb.

Only she can bring him both physical and spiritual pleasure.

Eat the marrow to know the taste, and eat the bones to ecstasy.

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