Could it be Hua Qingyan? Who else but him would dare to break into the heavily guarded mansion and tease her, a new girl. Suddenly Su Yiyi was startled and realized, damn, if you want to eat your aunt's tofu, just say no,
Why are you so sneaky and scary!
Hehe, thinking of that tender kiss, Su Yiyi couldn't help but chuckle twice. Such a handsome man actually wanted to eat my tofu. After all, she seemed to have earned it.
I picked up such a fair and fair husband for nothing!
However, as soon as the beauty changed, Su Yiyi put on her clothes, who was Mei Qingyi? She could clearly hear just now that his name was not Su Yiyi, but Mei Qingyi.
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Following the melodious flute sound, Su Yiyi looked for the mysterious flute player. The cool moonlight shone lonely on the ground, as if a light layer of frost had been spread on the marble floor.
The night wind blew by, and the rows of red lanterns on the winding corridor swayed with the wind. At the end of the corridor, in the pavilion above the lotus pond, a man in red clothes stood tall and fluttering.
The moonlight poured down like silver, falling on his delicate face, reflecting a faint soft light. Between the picturesque eyebrows, there was a hint of sadness that could not be resolved.
In front of the red lips is the jade flute held by those white and jade-like fingers. The sound of the flute remains the same, while the three thousand hair and the fiery red clothes are flying in the wind, turning into a breathtaking and gorgeous picture.
At this moment, Su Yiyi could not find the kind of weak and morbid beauty. This kind of beauty was a kind of extreme publicity, with exquisite and impeccable facial features, and the melancholy that was vague but exuded all the time.
She stood quietly behind him like this, not daring to step forward to break the tranquility. This charming scene was so thrilling.
Feeling as if someone was watching her from behind, Hua Qingyan put down the jade screen flute in her hand and turned around to look at her.
But those seductive eyes no longer had the innocent and well-behaved look of the past, but only the heartbreaking sadness and deep melancholy.
"Ahem...is it you?" His voice was very soft and seemed to contain a little bit of disappointment. He coughed lightly, making his stunning face look a little pale.
Su Yiyi looked at him with wide eyes, her tight little face flushed, exuding a girlish shyness. In fact, she wanted to ask if the man who kissed her in her sleep was him. Thinking of this, she
He subconsciously tightened his collar without making any sound.
"The night is cold and humid, so be careful of catching a cold." He smiled slightly, took off the fiery red robe on his body with green-white fingers, carefully put it on Su Yiyi, and also closed the clothes for her in a gentle tone.
She seemed to be complaining: "Madam, my husband just came to see you, but I didn't know you had already rested."
"What? Have you been here?" Su Yiyi trembled immediately, and his voice could not suppress the excitement. He knew it was him, and there was no mistake. Ha, just say it if you like yourself. Is it necessary to be so pretentious?