The aroma of wine is fragrant and the breath is intoxicating. Her misty eyes are more dazzling than the stars in the night sky.
Murong Yun stared closely at her blushing face, trying to detect any clues from the corners of her eyes and between her eyebrows.
She was extremely beautiful tonight, but so beautiful that it was unreal, so beautiful that he was not sure whether he had caught her.
Just as his mind was spinning, she held his face and said affectionately: "I'll dance for you, okay, postscript?"
After taking a breath, the familiar pain instantly returned to the tip of his heart. He clenched his fists, but slowly released them. He looked into her hazy eyes and nodded gently.
She smiled sweetly, left his arms and danced gently to the center of the hall. Although her steps were a little messy, she added a hint of drunken charm. She turned back and smiled at him, full of tenderness, and in an instant, her grace filled the world with brilliance.
The green onion jade fingers are twisted up, the willow waist is swayed lightly, and the styles are dancing.
You don’t know, with the lonely lamp as my companion, my heart is as sad as a lotus, I just chant for you, sighing quietly, you don’t know, the long night, my body is as cold as frost, I only hope that you are not worried, my heart is filled with hope and hope, as if my body is already dead. Where are you? Where are you?
Everywhere in the world, my heart is with you, do you know that?
A drunken dance made her sad and shed tears. He drank silently, with a smile on his lips and cold eyes. The hot wine slid into his stomach, but it was still not spicy enough. He picked up the bottle and took a big gulp of the liquor, still smiling calmly. , smiling happily.
Just a drop of coldness slowly slipped from the corner of his slightly moist eyes.
His sleeves were flying, there was no more mist in his eyebrows, and his smile was still light and elegant, without a trace of bitterness.
Yang Xi's dance steps obviously slowed down, her light and airy body was swaying, and her whole body seemed to be in the clouds, light and carefree. Her mist-colored eyes looked longingly into the distance, not knowing who she missed or who she hated.
Suddenly, her dancing became sad, her eyes became filled with sadness and resentment, and her singing became desolate and desolate.
You don’t know, how many winds and rains have been destroyed, how much hope, how much desolation. You don’t know. I am in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han. I am a weak girl in troubled times. I am wandering in the currents. Those who calm my heart protect me. Where is the one who loves me?
Do you know that I hate you in my heart? Do you know that I hate you in my heart?
Do you know...
The singing stopped, tears flew into the air, and her delicate body finally lost to the alcohol and slowly fell down into his arms.
She looked at this face faintly, her eyes filled with tears, "Why don't you come to me?"
He hugged her tightly, his eyes were as cold as ever, but his body was trembling slightly.
Monster, if you are sincere, don't betray me again! If you are false, I would rather you give me a knife so that I won't suffer anymore!
He closed his eyes, unable to calm down for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the person in his arms had already fallen asleep, and there were still two drops of tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
He carefully wiped it off for her and gently carried her to bed. The person on the bed was breathing steadily and long, but he really slept to death. His thin lips were slightly raised, revealing a ray of sunshine that had not been seen for a long time. He and his clothes Lie down and hold her in your arms.
That night, he slept very peacefully, feeling at ease as he had never felt before.
The next morning, Yang Xi woke up from a fit of extreme thirst. When she woke up, Murong Yun was still sleeping next to her. The face that had faded from the cold frost had a resolute character, and there was a gentle aura that had not been seen for a long time.
This was the first time since her farewell at the Queen Mother's birthday party that she had looked at his face so closely. Her fingertips inadvertently traced the high bridge of his nose and sexy lip line, and her heart clenched slightly involuntarily.
This was the Yun she knew, not violent, not bloodthirsty and cruel, but just modest and elegant, as gentle as jade, with deep arrogance and domineering restraint.
At this moment, they seemed to have gone back to the past. She was still the little witch who was doted on by him to the point of being lawless, and he was still the beloved man she longed for...
It's a pity that the past feelings are no longer there, and the past is like dust and smoke.
With a faint sigh, she reluctantly withdrew her green-white hand, but at this moment, he suddenly held her wrist, turned her over and pressed her under him. His eyes were still as cold as ice, and his complicated gaze was tightly locked.
on her face.
Fear returned to her heart, and she felt a chill in her heart. She struggled hard: "Let me go, let go!"
He didn't speak, but he didn't let go either. He stared straight into her eyes with a pair of starry eyes, trying to see through her soul locked deep in her body!
She stubbornly turned her face away from him, but her body was still trembling slightly with fear.
"Are you afraid of me?" His eyes became sharp and dark again.
She moved her lips, but finally resisted the words she wanted to blurt out. Nonsense!
Suddenly, his eyes softened, and a trace of imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes. He gently released his grip on her, turned over and sat up, closing his eyes slightly to rest.
Last night, I slept soundly and still had a lot of fun.
He scared her so much that she didn't dare to move at all, and she didn't even have the courage to breathe loudly. She didn't know what he was thinking, or what he was going to do next. She felt insecure around him.
After a while, he got out of bed, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to her.
"I haven't rinsed my mouth yet." She frowned, and it was difficult to change her habit over the years.
He took a spittoon from the side and asked her to rinse her mouth with tea. She silently accepted his service, but her heart was still uneasy.
"These things make Gong'e..." Seeing that he didn't speak, she took the tea he offered again, drank it in one breath, and handed the cup back to him, "I want more."
He poured another glass. After drinking three glasses of wine, his throat relaxed slightly.
"Don't you have to go to court?" It was extremely unnatural to get along with him like this. She didn't know where to look with her eyes. Anyway, she didn't dare to look at him. A few days ago, they were still tit for tat, and he even insulted her in front of other men.
...
When that scene came back to her mind, in addition to fear, her heart was full of resentment. Her nose felt sour, and tears welled up again for no reason. She turned her face to prevent him from seeing her vulnerability at this moment.
"What are you thinking about?" He turned her face away, and the two tears in the corners of his eyes made his heart feel hot and soft.
She lowered her eyes and said nothing.
"Don't make me angry." His eyes turned cold and his tone was stern.
"Why don't you just kill me!" She suddenly broke away from his hand and shouted excitedly: "Do you think I will be afraid of death? Do you think giving me to another man will make me miserable? I
No! I'm not sad at all! My body has long been unclean, do I still care?"
Tears flashed in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She gritted her teeth and looked at death with a look on her face: "Rather than being ruthlessly played by you, I would rather lie under Jie Xu, at least he won't...
.Woo——”
The proud words disappeared in the domineering and crazy kiss, and a fragile and restless heart gradually sank.