"Needless to say, my eyes must have been as big as bells, my chin dropped to my knees, and I kept shouting 'mother, mother, mother'! Hahaha..."

"Haha, you are exaggerating, but I don't think Dongyin is very good-looking. He is very girly and has a face like a girl. How can he deserve so many women looking for life and death for him?"

"You don't understand this. Maybe our Dongyin Hou is like that? Haha, did your wife run away without looking at you? Or, when our king catches him, take off his pants and take a look? Haha..."

There was a roar of laughter around the campfire. Jian Yao squatted aside silently, listening to these vulgar words expressionlessly. He wrapped his hands tightly around his shoulders and buried his face helplessly in his knees. The cold wind in the night blew

His body felt cold and painful. Thinking of Jimo and Su Li, Jian Yao couldn't help but dig his fingertips into his shoulders.

"Why don't you enter the tent?" Feng Xie came over and saw Jian Yao frowning as she squatted in front of the tent. He leaned down, bent down to lift her up and put her in his arms, but saw Jian Yao holding her shoulders.

Her face was pale, and blood seeped out from her shoulders. Feng Xie whispered and asked loudly: "What are you doing?"

After saying that, he pulled Jian Yao into the tent. Looking at the blood flowing out, Feng Xie's heart seemed to jump out of his chest. After getting along with Jian Yao for a long time, he also knew that this girl had a problem with self-mutilation. Whenever the pain was extreme,

At that time, she mainly left a small wound on her body, Feng Xie

He was not sure at first, but after the two had a skin-to-skin kiss in Taiyi Palace, he pointed at the scars that had not faded and asked her. Jian Yao did not deny it at that time. When Feng Xie saw the scars on her shoulders,

Thinking of those old wounds again, I couldn't help but blame myself. This girl is too depressed!

Luo's shirt was gently untied, and Feng Xie looked at Jian Yao's rugged collarbone, feeling a sore feeling in his throat:

"Don't do this again. You can vent your anger on others, but don't hurt yourself!"

Jian Yao lowered his eyes and smiled sadly: "I am finally alone, who can I vent to?"

Feng Xie stopped talking and looked up at Jian Yao. Seeing that her eyes were distracted and her hair was messy, he couldn't help but untie the hairpin from her hair. A head of black hair spread out from Feng Xie's fingertips, as smooth as

Satin, the fragrance is refreshing, Feng Xie is intoxicated at this moment, and brings his cheek close to Jian Yao's lips.

Kiss, yes, he wanted to kiss her, as if he would never have another chance if he missed tonight. Even if she hated him, he couldn't restrain the urge to want her. Just at the moment when their lips were about to collide, Jian Yao

But uncharacteristically, he quickly leaned back and covered his lips with his hands. Feng Xie was stunned, as if Jian Yao had never refused his touch in his memory. Looking at her guarded and unfamiliar eyes, Feng Xie was stunned for a moment.

The lust has cooled down.

"Don't touch my lips, and the rest is up to you! I understand that I am a prisoner of war, and that's all I ask for!"

Jian Yao's words were cold and bone-chilling, and they penetrated into Feng Xie's heart, cutting out the bones and blood in his heart like a knife.

"Is this how you miss me?"

Jian Yao remained silent, lowering his head in silence.

Feng Xie got up excitedly and rushed out of the tent, but turned back at the last moment. He threw himself onto the bed, hugged Jian Yao, rolled him into a ball, and then breathlessly said in her ear: "Girl, actually
Chapter completed!