-----The blood is so intense that the resentment spreads strangely in the baby's calm breathing, leaving no place to hide----
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The evening breeze is gentle, accompanied by the faint aroma of orchid, refreshing the heart and spleen.
In the simply furnished pavilion, everything is neatly arranged, the room is tidy, and the scent of grass lingers in your nose.
Inside the bamboo screen and in the wide wooden tub, a woman was soaking in it.
Against the background of the quiet candlelight, the woman's face is like a delicate flower, her clear eyes are as full as waves, her eyebrows are smooth, her slightly straight nose is small, she is leaning comfortably on the bamboo bucket, and the warm shisha wisps generate mist, filling the room.
Manting, her bare face turned red, adding a bit of charm to her brows.
Gu Xiyan's squinting eyes wandered around, looking around at the smoke around him. His clear eyes were misty, his long eyelashes were like butterflies soaked in water drops, and his moist red lips were flying, and he was in a very happy mood.
Suddenly, her whole body was immersed in the warm bamboo bucket, curled up and submerged in the water.
I opened my eyes in the water, and smiled brightly. I looked across the water at a room filled with hazy waves of mist, and my heart felt empty and clear.
The waterfall-like silk hair was floating like clouds in the large bamboo barrel, drifting with the water patterns, and the clouds passed before her eyes, playing with temptation and teasing mischievously.
Slowly closing her eyes, there was a buzzing sound in her mind, echoing her eloquent voice humiliating the bastard man, "If a husband and wife cannot trust each other and share joys and sorrows, they can only be strangers"!
Suddenly, a woman's sobbing voice suddenly reached my ears:
"Husband, Xiyan has not wronged you, you have to believe me."
"It's really not Xi Yan, it's really not me."
"Shut up, I really can't believe that you have become so vicious. How did Qianrong offend you? You caused the scandal yourself, and you actually killed her unborn baby. Now you dare to complain,
Gu Xiyan, don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”
"It turns out that you are really a safflower bitch. Someone, drag this bitch down and let the doctor cook a bowl of safflower. I cannot tolerate wild species in this general's house."
"Gu Xiyan, you brought this all on yourself. You caused Qianrong's fetus to be aborted, and I want you to experience the pain of losing your flesh and blood. I, Wanyan Che, am not stupid enough to help others raise bastards."
The snowy clothes fall red, enchanting and beautiful, the beauty is heartbroken, and the couple is in love.
"Zi Yan, help me -, give my son justice, help me -" A low sob accompanied by blood-red tears of resentment slid down, and a beautiful face was as miserable as snow, helpless and desperate.
The swaddled baby in her arms was wrapped in a circle of bloody cloth. The blood flowed down her hands, dyeing her snow-gauze skirt red. The blood was tangy to her nose. The resentment spread strangely in the baby's calm breathing, without any trace.
Escape.
ah- -
splash - -
Ahem - -
Gu Xiyan was so suppressed by a sudden strong resentment that he couldn't breathe, and a blood-red silhouette flashed in his mind.
A little accidentally, warm water was poured into her nose, and she choked almost uncomfortably. Fuwu's eyes were red, and her cherry-red mouth was coughing violently, almost coughing out her liver. Damn it!
The only sound in the quiet room was her weak but violent cough!
Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my heart. Gu Xiyan's breathing became more and more difficult, and he couldn't stop breathing. He accidentally looked at the beautiful face reflected in the water, cut his eyes and narrowed his chest. He felt a chill in his body, and his whole body was cold. He heard the voice just now.