Looking up, she saw Feng Bazheng staring at her for a moment. There was no expression on Wu Bo's face, and her eyes were inexplicably attracted to the bottomless source of these two pools in an instant.
...
His dark starry eyes were covered with a layer of lust, and his dark pupils seemed to be slowly approaching her. His warm breath fell on her face and gradually enveloped her heart.
The person in front of him gradually became blurry, and those cold and domineering eyes were replaced by Huo Yu's smiling ink eyes at some point.
Reason told her to escape, but her bewitched body was unable to do anything. She could only let the face gradually dilate in her pupils until she could no longer see clearly...
"Yu..." She closed her eyes and murmured unconsciously, "Take me away, take me back, Yu, don't leave me..."
"It seems your injuries are okay."
Behind him, an indifferent voice sounded.
Yang Xi opened her eyes in panic and saw a pair of icy eyes very close to her that were calm and calm. For a moment, her heart felt as if she had been stabbed hard.
What hurts is not his disapproval, but his own shameful decline.
He is not Yu who lives and dies with her! He is not!
She should recognize this fact and everything in front of her as soon as possible! Huo Yu is gone, and there will be no one in this world who is willing to protect her with his life!
My heart hurts so much! I feel so angry! But, as "Yang Xi", what qualifications does she have?
"The woman you sent is not bad." Feng Ba moved his eyes away from her and fell behind her.
"Miss Yang is the prince's unmarried wife!"
Excited, resentful, disdainful, but dare not be disrespectful.
She looked faintly at the owner of the voice. His eyes contained deep anger and contempt. He met her unwavering gaze, and after a moment of heel shaking, he hurriedly moved away. There was still a look on his face.
Slowly becoming angry.
After leaving the class, the man who had been guarding Murong Yun now felt disgusted with her.
She suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh at herself and at them.
She was wrong. She was wrong because she didn't recognize her identity. She was wrong because she refused to admit that Huo Yu was no longer here. She was also wrong because she didn't feel at home. However, who is qualified to punish her for making these mistakes?
Ignoring the three men with different thoughts, she lay on the stone railing of the bench, broke off a rose that was in full bloom, and concentrated on teasing the little snail that climbed on the flower stem.
There seems to be a little tingling on my finger, maybe it was pricked by a hard thorn when I was folding the rose. It doesn't matter, the pain has passed without leaving any trace.
The little snail seemed to realize that its actions were completely exposed to danger, and its soft body slowly retracted into the shell it thought was indestructible. It thought it was safe, but it didn't know that its shell was dangerous to her.
Extremely fragile and vulnerable.
She sighed softly, that was all she could do.
The three men were still there, but strangely they didn't make a sound.
"Are you free?" Finally, she broke the deadlock.
Feng Ba's face was a little deep, and she couldn't read it, and she didn't want to read it. Li Ban had already turned away and stood quietly aside. Her eyes met Murong Yun, who just looked at her lightly.
By not speaking, are you waiting for her to say something? What should she say? The situation just now seems a bit embarrassing, should she explain it?
What should an unchaste slut say? Come to think of it, it's really ridiculous.
His eyes moved from her face to her hands. Following his gaze, she finally saw a thin blood mark on her finger. No wonder she felt a stinging pain just now.
The tall figure enveloped her, and in the next second, two warm lips were already covering her fingers. Just like last time, the focused tenderness instantly warmed her heart.
Why is he like this?
Yang Xi's eyes were slightly filled with moisture, and there was a trace of resentment in her heart, but she didn't know who to blame.
She was wrong, so was he?
He threw her to another man, but in this way he swore in front of that man that the woman in front of him belonged to him and that no one else could peep at her. What on earth was this overly good-looking man thinking?
She pulled her hand back hard, and a trace of inexplicable anger passed through her heart. She turned her face away and didn't look at him.
"I have something to discuss with them, and I'll have dinner with you tonight." He didn't care about her resistance, but stubbornly took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away the remaining blood on her fingers.
That kind of tenderness, that kind of concentration, as if she was the one he held in his hands and cared for. But she knew that she was not.
She watched his movements silently, but no longer looked at his unpredictable eyes.
What is this?
"You're angry." He said gently.
"You are the one who should be angry." He must have clearly seen the situation just now. Her woman was trapped in the scent of another man and could not extricate herself.
She sighed lightly, feeling a little guilty facing him like this. But she didn't understand, and still didn't understand, what was she to him?
Feng Ba disappeared without knowing when, and he left the pavilion after leaving the class, as if he intended to leave this world to her and Murong Yun.
"Yes, I'm very angry." Staring at her world-famous face, he made no secret of his feelings. "My woman, no one else is allowed to covet her."
Although he still couldn't figure out his feelings for her, there was no doubt about it.
My woman is not allowed to be coveted by others.
Such a simple sentence made her heart beat faster and her breathing difficult for no reason. "But..."
"I didn't give you to anyone." His voice was still so gentle and calm, and there was no trace of falsehood or coldness in his eyes.
She was even more puzzled by this. If she hadn't been given to Feng Ba, why would she have been kept here?
As if seeing through her doubts, he smiled faintly, "Feng Ba's injury must not be revealed, and I...believe you."
She trembled all over, raised her head, and stared at him blankly. Her nose felt sour.
"I have something important to discuss with them today. You can wait for me here, okay?" After completing the last action, Murong Yun glanced at her lightly and put away the scarf.
Nodding unconsciously, she watched the man leave the pavilion with graceful steps, and Li Ban followed him closely. It wasn't until the two figures disappeared deep into the courtyard that she slowly withdrew her blank gaze.
I believe you... It turns out that instead of pushing her to other men, she is the only person in this house who is not involved in affairs and can be trusted by him?
Only she...
The breath from his lips seemed to still linger on his fingers. This man...
If...if she really can't go back, can he be her support in this time and space?
Is it ok?
She is not strong enough to find a stable life for herself in troubled times without relying on anyone. She can be self-reliant, but cannot be conceited. If... she doesn't have to leave, stay here, stay
Sunset Palace...is this possible?
However, in addition to her, he will also have countless women. How can she be embarrassed when the time comes?
She felt so confused! The despair for Feng Ba and the quietly growing hope for Murong Yun overlapped in the bottom of her heart, gnawing at her nerves. She was confused and didn't know where the next step would be.
Why......
Sighing softly, he accidentally discovered that a corner of the guardrail on the side was missing. On the ground, a small puddle of gray stone as broken as powder lay quietly, seeming to vent his silent depression.
That quiet and lonely light green figure flashed through my mind...
My heart trembled slightly, and my eyes lingered faintly in the incomplete corner.