Yun Buhui's drunkenness gradually deepened. She held his face and touched the cold mask. She frowned and wanted to take off his mask. The man gently held her hand and stopped her movement. She was unhappy and wanted to
Seeing his face clearly, the man smiled lowly and said, "Only my wife can remove my mask. Do you want to be my wife?"
She tilted her head and thought about it, then smiled innocently, "Okay!"
The man smiled and clamped her wrist easily, his smile slightly cold, "Are you sure?"
"I want to see you!" Yun Buhui stroked his mask, "Who are you?"
"We meet by chance, regardless of origin." The man said, Yun Buhui's head rubbed against his chest, and the smell of alcohol hit his face. He didn't like drunk women, but he loved her coquettishness after drunkenness, and her whole body was soft and boneless.
She relied on him groundlessly, as if he was her warmest harbor.
Yun Buhui fell asleep...
The coals in the stove were burning green and red, and she lay obediently in his arms, like a pampered flower. She didn't know the sufferings of the world, nor did she know what beautiful things she was dreaming of. A faint smile appeared between her eyebrows.
The man reached out and caressed her face. He hesitated to untie her veil and take a look at her beautiful face. He suddenly heard a cough. The man's eyes were cold and stern at the person coming. His eyes were like water soaked with snow.
It makes people's hands and feet feel cold.
There is a coldness about him that is beyond ordinary people, and the eyes under the mask are deep and sharp, as if he is a supreme monarch, and others can only kneel on the ground, listen to his orders, and remain powerful without anger.
The shopkeeper of Ruixinlou stood at the door of Nuange with a smile, and explained to the man in a neither humble nor condescending manner, "This girl's family has come to pick her up."
The man pursed his lips and looked down at the woman in his arms. The shopkeeper came over with a smile and helped Yun Buhui up. The man's arms were very warm and she was sleeping comfortably. As soon as she moved away, a chill hit her. Yun Buhui waved the shopkeeper away.
He reached out and hugged the man's waist, refusing to leave.
The shopkeeper was embarrassed and shouted softly, "Girl..."
"Where is her family?" the man asked coldly.
"downstairs!"
The man carefully picked up Yun Buhui, wrapped her in a big cloak, and carried her downstairs. There was a sedan outside Luoxin Tower. The man narrowed his eyes coldly, Miss from the Lou family? This sedan has the logo of the Lou family on it.
He put Yun Buhui into the sedan chair. The bearer spoke to the shopkeeper and carried Yun Buhui away.
The man turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is she?"
The shopkeeper thought for a while and smiled slightly, "The third young lady of the Lou family, Lou Yanran."