Feng Xie suddenly felt that he must be in an illusion. He turned around and wanted to leave, but saw a lavender figure gradually appearing in front of the rosewood dressing table. The person in front of the mirror had his head lowered, full of shyness.

Feng Xie stopped and waited quietly for her to raise her beautiful face, but she did not disappoint him and slowly moved her head. When they looked at each other, it seemed that

Years of time went back in an instant, and the face that once had a beautiful smile appeared before his eyes. The flame extinguished in the ice slowly bloomed. The passion like an arrow made Feng Xie's heart skip a beat. The person who often dreamed about him every night in the middle of the night.

Man, the beauty in her eyes was just like the fragrance in her heart. He fell drunk in her soft gaze and couldn't help but cry out: "Girl..."

Ah Hong was sleeping soundly when suddenly the person next to her turned over and hugged her tightly. She felt a little depressed and twisted a few times in discomfort, but she saw the man frowned slightly and muttered something in his mouth,

He sighed like a groan, and then held her tighter in his arms.

A Hong's sleepiness completely dissipated. She simply opened her eyes and looked carefully at the man in front of her. People's situations are often so mysterious. When they first met, he was still a child who was not familiar with the world. Under her guidance,

Transform into a real man

However, when we met again, he was already an arrogant king, with the power of life and death. Her life could be wiped out with just one word from him, but now she was in his arms, hugged tightly by him, and became his dream.

A substitute for the one you love...

A Hong twitched the corner of her mouth, smiled softly, and carefully stretched out her hand. She remembered that the last time she touched him, he rejected her, but what about this time? A Hong's heart was beating hard, and when her fingertips touched

When she touched his lips, she let out a long sigh. In fact, men are men, there is not much difference.

, maybe there are differences in appearance, but they are essentially the same. A Hong doesn’t understand why some people in this world love to death. If this one is not suitable, then try the next one. Is love so complicated? She

Looking calmly at Feng Xie's sleeping face, this man

She thought she had loved him, and she still thought so from the day before he was going to kill her, but when she knelt on the killing ground, she didn't feel any nostalgia for him at all. Jian Yao said that her love was too

Too innocent, or she mistook a certain emotion for love. Then that

What about these deep feelings of love? As her fingertips wandered around Feng Xie's face, A Hong's mind was a little dazed. She felt that she was becoming more and more like Jian Yao, always thinking of complicated things to embarrass herself. It was still the same as before.

Life is good, just think about how to make money and what to eat every day.

The arms on her waist suddenly relaxed. Ah Hong regained consciousness and looked at Feng Xie, almost screaming in fright. At this time, Feng Xie had woken up at some point and was looking coldly with his blue eyes.

Staring at herself. Ah Hong jumped up from the bed the next moment, not caring about her own nakedness, and stammered to explain: "It's not...it's not me! It's you...it was you who pulled it last night

I came in...do you remember? You were drunk...very drunk..."

What is surprising is that Feng Xie neither spoke nor got angry. He slowly sat up and supported his forehead with both hands. After a while, he pulled up the blanket next to him and threw it towards A Hong, and said lightly:

"Put it on!" Feng Xie suddenly realized that he

He must be in an illusion. He turned around and wanted to leave, but saw a lavender figure gradually appearing in front of the rosewood dressing table in front of him. The person in front of the mirror had his head lowered, full of shyness, and Feng Xie stopped.

Come down and wait for her quietly

She raised her pretty face, and she did not disappoint him as she slowly moved her head. When they looked at each other, it was as if years of time had gone back in an instant. The face that once had a beautiful smile appeared before her eyes, and the flames extinguished quietly in the ice.

bloom like an arrow

Feng Xie's heart was filled with such passion that he dreamed about her every night. His eyes were full of beauty, just like the fragrance in his heart. He fell drunk in her soft gaze and couldn't help but cry out.

He said: "Girl..."

Ah Hong was sleeping soundly when suddenly the person next to her turned over and hugged her tightly. She felt a little depressed and twisted a few times in discomfort, but she saw the man frowned slightly and muttered something in his mouth,

He sighed like a groan, and then held her tighter in his arms.

A Hong's sleepiness completely dissipated. She simply opened her eyes and looked carefully at the man in front of her. People's situations are often so mysterious. When they first met, he was still a child who was not familiar with the world. Under her guidance,

Transform into a real man

However, when we met again, he was already an arrogant king, with the power of life and death. Her life could be wiped out with just one word from him, but now she was in his arms, hugged tightly by him, and became his dream.

A substitute for the one you love...

A Hong twitched the corner of her mouth, smiled softly, and carefully stretched out her hand. She remembered that the last time she touched him, he rejected her, but what about this time? A Hong's heart was beating hard, and when her fingertips touched

When she touched his lips, she let out a long sigh. In fact, men are men, there is not much difference.

, maybe there are differences in appearance, but they are essentially the same. A Hong doesn’t understand why some people in this world love to death. If this one is not suitable, then try the next one. Is love so complicated? She

Looking calmly at Feng Xie's sleeping face, this man

She thought she had loved him, and she still thought so from the day before he was going to kill her, but when she knelt on the killing ground, she didn't feel any nostalgia for him at all. Jian Yao said that her love was too

Too innocent, or she mistook a certain emotion for love. Then that

What about these deep feelings of love? As her fingertips wandered around Feng Xie's face, A Hong's mind was a little dazed. She felt that she was becoming more and more like Jian Yao, always thinking of complicated things to embarrass herself. It was still the same as before.

Life is good, just think about how to make money and what to eat every day.

The arms on her waist suddenly relaxed. Ah Hong regained consciousness and looked at Feng Xie, almost screaming in fright. At this time, Feng Xie had woken up at some point and was looking coldly with his blue eyes.

Staring at herself. Ah Hong jumped up from the bed the next moment, not caring about her own nakedness, and stammered to explain: "It's not...it's not me! It's you...it was you who pulled it last night

I came in...do you remember? You were drunk...very drunk..."

What is surprising is that Feng Xie neither spoke nor got angry. He slowly sat up and supported his forehead with both hands. After a while, he pulled up the blanket next to him and threw it towards A Hong, and said lightly:
Chapter completed!