Hua Xuanji raised her head slightly, and her hazy eyes were just opposite to the cold eyes. The lightning flashed on and off, but the color inside the dark eyebrows could not be seen clearly.
However, looking at his serious look, those words that were bluntly confronting him could not be said for some reason.
In a daze, Ye Hua's warm palm grasped the cold wrist.
At this moment, Ye Hua felt confused in her mind. There was an unknown fire burning in her heart, but she couldn't spit it out. She thought of her being in someone else's arms, that her first time was not hers, and that...
Her somewhat pale lips were slightly raised, and the big hand holding her wrist tightened a bit.
Feeling the pain, Hua Xuanji quickly raised her head, but before she could react, the warm palm that was holding her suddenly let go, and the red clothes just flashed past her eyes, and the door creaked.
Opening it, his words were a bit cooler than the heavy rain.
"I think your body is much more unbearable than mine."
He opened it vigorously and closed it vigorously. His voice was as cold as usual. Maybe it was because the rain outside the window was so loud that Hua Xuanji didn't hear it. She didn't see the slightest forbearance that accompanied it.
Hidden under the sleeve, the white fist is clenched to the bones.
"My body?" Hua Xuanji smiled coldly, tightly clutching the robe she had taken off, and with the strength she didn't know where it came from, she pulled it to pieces with a hiss.
The rain outside the window is still falling, getting heavier and heavier, and there is no sign that Sihao will stop.
In the pouring rain, the somewhat thin white figure looked more and more lonely. Even the slightly lazy look that always appeared at this time completely disappeared, and the whole step started to stagger.
The jet-black hair was wetted by the raindrops and stuck to his fair face. The lips that he always liked to curl up were as pale as withered petals. Even the bewitching peach blossom eyes had lost their previous look. They were long and dense.
There were some water droplets on the eyelashes, making them look very depressed.
"Brother Yan." A woman dressed as a maid ran up quickly. Regardless of how cold the raindrops on her face were, she supported the staggering body. She felt the heat radiating from his body, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Dare to believe, he put his little hand on Bai Yan's forehead. When he felt that his forehead was still hot in the cold pouring rain, he couldn't help but exclaimed, and put his arm on his and looked around.
"Brother Yan, you have a fever. Ji Yan, where is Ji Yan?"
"Let go." Bai Yan's voice was very hoarse and very sure. He pulled the woman's hand away from him one by one, swaying and staggering forward quickly.
One step, two steps, the heat in my head hit me again and again. My eyes suddenly went black, my feet suddenly became weak, and my whole body collapsed on the rain-covered ground. There were layers of water splashing, and the white clothes were also wet.
Wet with mud and water, it was a mess.
"Brother Yan." The woman dressed as a maid wiped a handful of rainwater from her eyes, ran a few steps and bent down to lift up the limp Bai Yan. However, her strength was limited. After several attempts, she fell into the water.
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The heavy rain falling all over the sky became heavier and heavier, making the woman even more helpless. Raindrops as big as soybeans fell into her eyes, and her vision suddenly became blurry. However, it could not hide the hidden anger in her eyes.
"Hua Xuanji, I remember you."
In the hazy distance, the sound of a wine jar breaking in a pavilion penetrated the layers of rain and was extremely clear.
Ye Hua leaned lazily, one of his legs was arched high, the wine bottle in his hand shook, he raised it high, then fell it, and the spicy wine rushed into his throat.
A pair of cool eyes had a layer of mist, and the fair face had a thin layer of red, making the face even more handsome.
"Your Majesty." A soft voice came into Yehua's ear. Wanyao shook her slender waist and reached out to push away Yehua's wine cup. "Your Majesty, you are drunk."
"I don't have it." He quickly avoided Wanyao's hand and took another deep drink. His cool eyes, which were already a bit hazy and blurred, narrowed slightly, looking a little more drunk, looking at the two people.
Wanyao, who was double-imaged, slowly stretched out her fingers and gently lifted her chin.
The rain is getting thinner, the sound of rain is faint, and the shadows of people are faint.
Yehua's eyes became more and more out of focus when he looked at Wanyao. He pressed her delicate red lips tightly and bit them carefully. It wasn't until the woman below him let out a few sweet screams that her somewhat white lips opened slightly.
With the mellow aroma of century-old wine.
He held up the chin of the woman in front of him, his eyes reflected her figure, and what he said was: "Hua Xuanji."
His gentle tone was mixed with a bit of nostalgia.
Feeling that the rain had stopped, Hua Xuanji silently sat up. When she opened her eyes, she was a little uncomfortable with the strong and somewhat dazzling light. She raised her hand to cover it, but she saw blood dripping down her fingers. She pulled it casually.
He picked up a piece of clothing that had been torn by himself, and wiped it vigorously with his palm, as if he wanted to erase some bad memory, without fear of pain, until the handkerchief was stained red with blood, and then he dropped his hand feebly.
Suddenly, there was the sound of random footsteps at the door.
Hua Xuanji raised her body up a little sensitively, and asked a little tentatively: "Qingge, is that you?"
But what I got was silence.
After sitting in a pile all night, her legs were a little sore and numb, and Hua Xuanji's steps were a bit staggering. When she opened the door, there was no one there.
Just as she was about to turn around, several objects attracted her attention.
Holding the door and leaning forward with difficulty, Hua Xuanji discovered that they were several thickened women's clothes and a heater of appropriate size.
I looked around, but saw no one. I remembered Yehua's sudden arrival at noon yesterday, and I was shocked. Could it be that he was giving these things to me.
He stretched out his good hand and carefully covered the pieces of clothing.
Although it was placed in the corridor, it was still slightly damp, but it did not behave as if it had been dried. Sure enough, it was delivered just after it started to rain, and it was obvious that it had been left here all night.
Suddenly, the sound of tiny footsteps sounded again behind her. Hua Xuanji was inexplicably happy to think of that figure. She turned back indifferently, and her voice had a hint of expectation: "Yehua."
Yet there was nothing.
Hua Xuanji laughed coldly at herself, laughing at herself for being so sentimental even though it was only in the morning that she expected him to come.
Turning back, looking at the clothes scattered on the ground, he finally leaned over and took them all into his arms.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the footsteps behind her appeared again and became very fast. Hua Xuanji felt the danger coming, quickly picked up her clothes, turned around and prepared to enter the house.
Suddenly, along with the sound of a wooden stick passing through the wind, Hua Xuanji felt a pain in the back of her neck, her whole vision went dark, and she didn't know anything anymore.