The room became quiet for a moment, and only the sound of Xing Lian's shallow breathing was heard.

After a long time, she raised her head and said, "I've come here, why are you hiding? Are you shameful?"

The figure behind the house shook, and the sunlight shone down, shining on a clear and dusty handsome face. He stood with his hands behind his back, with a bowl hanging on his shoulders.

It's this weird scene again...

He curled his lips and Xinglian lowered his head again, "How long have you been here?"

"Soon, I just happened to listen to all the conversation between you and Mr. Qiao." Si Fengjingyan walked forward and reached out to grab the bowl hanging in the air, "I slept for so long and eat something."

"If you don't eat, you won't have an appetite." Xing Lian almost buried her entire head in her arms. She was now full of guilt and felt guilty. Where could she have a spare place to pretend to eat?

Si Feng Jingyan frowned slightly, reached out and raised her chin, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Xing Lian was forced to raise his head, looked at him for a while, and could only reach out to take the bowl. She had no doubt that this man would really do this. After all, she had never seen him joke.

In the tight modern life, she has never been involved in love. She occasionally dates, but she can't take it seriously. However, even if she has never fallen in love, she knows that there should be more or less a romantic atmosphere in the relationship between men and women.

This guy is a threat when he comes, so where is there any romance?

After seeing Xing Lian finish drinking the rice porridge in the bowl, Si Fengjingyan took the bowl back with satisfaction and put it down, lifted the hem and sat next to her.

"Since you have heard it, why don't you say a word?" She stroked her stomach, raised her head, her eyebrows and eyes were serious. Qiao Muyun valued Sifeng Beiling more, but the man did not react at all.

Si Fengjingyan stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the residual stains left by the corner of her mouth, with her eyes calmly calm, "I only care about your thoughts, and I don't care what others think."

He knows very well what kind of personality Qiao Xinglian has. He will deliver feelings because of being moved, so that is not her.

Xing Lian nodded, and the man beside him said again: "You don't have to blame yourself too much, it's not your fault."

"I know, but..." He lowered his head again. Even though he always pursued a free and easy life, people's hearts were made of flesh. How could he remain indifferent after seeing him doing so much for her?

When I first came to this world, I have been cautious in order to save my life. Only Bei Ling and Jing Yue can have a heart-to-heart talk, but now I have hurt him because of such a bloody thing. I am afraid that even Jing Yue can't forgive her.

"Even if I feel ashamed of him, I will not let go." As if I was saying by Zheng Zheng, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her. "When my mother passed away, I was still young. My father thought of the feelings for my mother back then, and he always favored us. I have never tried anything to fight for in this life, and I have no intention of fighting for anything with the emperor brother. But this time, Qiao Xinglian, since you agreed to me, you will have no room for regret."

After a few words, Xing Lian was surprised and smiled after a while.

Her expression finally made the man feel uneasy. Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing to say. No matter how guilty she feels, she can't make up for the Four Winds Beiling.

Just as Wuji said, now that she has hurt one person's heart, she can no longer hurt another.
Chapter completed!