When Chu Tianyun fetched water and walked outside Nangong Wan'er's door, he heard the unpleasant sound coming from her room.
He was startled, and immediately rushed into Nangong Wan'er's room, where he saw Nangong Wan'er naked and entangled with a young boy.
I thought that Nangong Wan'er would not even let him hold his hand on weekdays. She was as noble as a saint, but now, she was like a slut, entangled in bed with a young boy. This... this
How could he swallow that breath?!
The unsightly scene in his eyes made Chu Tianyun's blood surge. He drew out his sword, rushed forward and struck the young man with a sword.
Before the boy could realize what was going on, his heartbeat had already stopped.
He really died under the peonies and went to hell to become a romantic ghost...
Chu Tianyun put the boy's hands on the ground, turned around, and looked coldly at Nangong Wan'er.
This damn bitch, how could she do this to him? If she really lacked a man, she could find him! Why should she find a servant?!
Chu Tianyun just wanted to peel off Nangong Wan'er's skin and cramp her muscles.
How could she treat him like this? How could she trample his sincerity like dirt?
Because the young boy was killed by Chu Tianyun, the medicine on Nangong Wan'er lost control and started to attack again.
She opened her eyes uncomfortably, looked at Zhengchu Tianyun, and immediately roared and rushed forward.
Chu Tianyun's eyes dimmed, and the anger and jealousy in his heart suddenly surged into his heart!
Doesn’t Nangong Wan’er want a man? Isn’t she impatient? Then he will help her!
Chu Tianyun pushed Nangong Wan'er down on the bed, quickly took off his clothes, and pounced on her without any hint of gentleness...
"Let's go!" Xuanyuan Jue's face was hot, and he looked at Nangong Zimei with a hint of vague emotion in his eyes.
Nangong Zimei did not dare to look at Xuanyuan Jue. She turned her eyes to the side and nodded. Then, the two quietly left Nangong Wan'er's roof and walked towards Mu Yufeng.
Along the way, Nangong Zimei and Xuanyuan Jue didn't say a word.
Back in Nangong Zimei's room, Xuanyuan Jue kept looking at Nangong Zimei.
Nangong Zimei felt a little scared when he looked at him. She glared at him fiercely and shouted: "What are you staring at? Isn't it possible that I have flowers on my face?"
Xuanyuan Jue's eyes were still focused on Nangong Zimei, and he shook his head extremely seriously and said: "No, Mei'er, you don't have flowers on your face!"
When Nangong Zimei heard this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Xuanyuan Jue must be on edge at this time, so Nangong Zimei decided to ignore him.
However, at this moment, Xuanyuan Jue continued: "Mei'er, although you don't have flowers on your face, it looks better than if you did!"
Nangong Zimei turned her head to look at Xuanyuan Jue, stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, looked at him with confusion, and said, "Do you have a cold or a fever? Why are you talking nonsense?"
Her face has become like this now, and Xuanyuan Jue is still talking such nonsense with his eyes open. Doesn't he have a fever?
Nangong Zimei's hand was about to leave Xuanyuan Jue's forehead, but Xuanyuan Jue suddenly reached out and grabbed Nangong Zimei's hand.
Nangong Zimei was startled and turned her head, only to see Xuanyuan Jue looking at her with affection in his eyes...