"Follow me..."

His rough hands grabbed Jian Yao's slender wrist, and Jimo took her like a gust of wind and disappeared into Wanxian Tower, leaving behind the melancholy Hei Jiang, the sad Zi Yan, and everyone looking at each other...

The mansion in the backyard of Jimo has two floors. The upper floor is for bedrooms, and the lower floor has different uses. Only a hall can be seen in the middle. The maid took Jian Yao to unlock the door, and when she opened the door, she felt a rush

The overwhelming smell of dust made Jian Yao shrink back.

She stood down and covered her mouth and nose with her hands. The little maid rolled her eyes at her and said in a sharp voice: "There are brooms and dustpans in the yard. You can take care of them yourself. I will bring you the bedding when you come back!" After that, she turned around and left.

Jian Yao, who looked embarrassed, curled his lips and smiled bitterly.

When Jimo came into the backyard, Jian Yao was cleaning the window with her sleeves rolled up. The top of the carving was a bit high. She raised her neck high and raised her feet. As if she wasn't satisfied enough, she jumped up with her hands raised. At that moment, the courtyard was stunned.

people, time

It was like going back to the school grounds of Nanyang Palace. The little girl with half-tied bun and light green dress was still teasing Zuo Shidu at that time. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly raised, her mouth was slightly open, and the hair behind her left ear was slightly open.

A lock of hair touched Jimo's warm heart.

"Ah, Madam, why did you do it yourself? Didn't I ask you to wait for me to come back?" Jian Yao accidentally realized that the wet cloth in his hand had been taken away, and his body was violently knocked. When he came back to his senses, the original Biao Biao

The fierce maid had already taken over the job in her hands. Jian Yao looked at her in surprise. Suddenly he felt someone behind him. When he turned around, he met Jimo's blurred black eyes.

There is no need to explain, Jian Yao already understands his situation. Jimo is not a thoughtful person. His likes and dislikes are all on his face. With just one look at Wan Xianlou, Jian Yao knows that he has a bad relationship with him.

He didn't bring her back just to renew his old relationship. Even the girl could see his indifference when he came in. Why should he point it out to Jian Yao?

"Thank you..." The voice sounded like a mosquito. Jian Yao didn't know what to say at this moment. The only word "thank you" must be said. After all, he saved her.

"You don't have to thank me, I saved you for a reason!"

Jimo's words were colder than ever in his memory. Jian Yao lowered his gaze and stopped looking at his eyes. The memory was filled with his smiling gaze back then, but it shouldn't have filled up under the cold moonlight.

come out.

"Go to rest early and follow me to the palace in two days!"

After finishing his words, Jimo turned to leave, but was stopped by a soft "Wait a minute". Jimo's heart trembled, but he was filled with resentment but did not dare to turn around easily.

"What else?" he asked.

"Are there any books?"

The tall body turned back, and Jian Yao saw Jimo burst into the room with a little anger, and pushed open the partition room with one palm. There were two bookshelves in the corner of the room, and the two full shelves were neatly arranged with thick layers of books.

of ashes.

"Jimo, thank you!" Jian Yao's eyes were bright and he looked at himself with a slight smile. Jimo lowered his head and passed by her irritably. Finally, he turned around and looked at her, but hesitated to say: "

Jian Yao..."

Jian Yao stood straight and waited for his next words. His pupils were wet, as if he had already penetrated Jimo's thoughts. There was a hint of hesitation and guilt in Jimo's eyes. He swallowed the words before he gritted his teeth and turned around.

When Yao heard him leaving, he sighed and said: "Don't hate me..." "Follow me..."

His rough hands grabbed Jian Yao's slender wrist, and Jimo took her like a gust of wind and disappeared into Wanxian Tower, leaving behind the melancholy Hei Jiang, the sad Zi Yan, and everyone looking at each other...

The mansion in the backyard of Jimo has two floors. The upper floor is for bedrooms, and the lower floor has different uses. Only a hall can be seen in the middle. The maid took Jian Yao to unlock the door, and when she opened the door, she felt a rush

The overwhelming smell of dust made Jian Yao shrink back.

She stood down and covered her mouth and nose with her hands. The little maid rolled her eyes at her and said in a sharp voice: "There are brooms and dustpans in the yard. You can take care of them yourself. I will bring you the bedding when you come back!" After that, she turned around and left.

Jian Yao, who looked embarrassed, curled his lips and smiled bitterly.

When Jimo came into the backyard, Jian Yao was cleaning the window with her sleeves rolled up. The top of the carving was a bit high. She raised her neck high and raised her feet. As if she wasn't satisfied enough, she jumped up with her hands raised. At that moment, the courtyard was stunned.

people, time

It was like going back to the school grounds of Nanyang Palace. The little girl with half-tied bun and light green dress was still teasing Zuo Shidu at that time. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly raised, her mouth was slightly open, and the hair behind her left ear was slightly open.

A lock of hair touched Jimo's warm heart.

"Ah, Madam, why did you do it yourself? Didn't I ask you to wait for me to come back?" Jian Yao accidentally realized that the wet cloth in his hand had been taken away, and his body was violently knocked. When he came back to his senses, the original Biao Biao

The fierce maid had already taken over the job in her hands. Jian Yao looked at her in surprise. Suddenly he felt someone behind him. When he turned around, he met Jimo's blurred black eyes.

There is no need to explain, Jian Yao already understands his situation. Jimo is not a thoughtful person. His likes and dislikes are all on his face. With just one look at Wan Xianlou, Jian Yao knows that he has a bad relationship with him.

He didn't bring her back just to renew his old relationship. Even the girl could see his indifference when he came in. Why should he point it out to Jian Yao?

"Thank you..." The voice sounded like a mosquito. Jian Yao didn't know what to say at this moment. The only word "thank you" must be said. After all, he saved her.

"You don't have to thank me, I saved you for a reason!"

Jimo's words were colder than ever in his memory. Jian Yao lowered his gaze and stopped looking at his eyes. The memory was filled with his smiling gaze back then, but it shouldn't have filled up under the cold moonlight.

come out.

"Go to rest early and follow me to the palace in two days!"

After finishing his words, Jimo turned to leave, but was stopped by a soft "Wait a minute". Jimo's heart trembled, but he was filled with resentment but did not dare to turn around easily.

"What else?" he asked.

"Are there any books?"

The tall body turned back, and Jian Yao saw Jimo burst into the room with a little anger, and pushed open the partition room with one palm. There were two bookshelves in the corner of the room, and the two full shelves were neatly arranged with thick layers of books.

of ashes.

"Jimo, thank you!" Jian Yao's eyes were bright and he looked at himself with a slight smile. Jimo lowered his head and passed by her irritably. Finally, he turned around and looked at her, but hesitated to say: "

Jian Yao..."

Jian Yao stood straight and waited for his next words. His pupils were wet, as if he had already penetrated Jimo's thoughts. There was a hint of hesitation and guilt in Jimo's eyes. He swallowed the words before he gritted his teeth and turned around.
Chapter completed!