"What if you pounce on yourself and the victim doesn't move?"
Hua Mu Yao's tone was firm and unquestionable, which made Lin Feiwan confused. She didn't expect that she would actually pounce on him. Now Lin Feiwan was even more curious about who he was.
"Who is he?"
Lin Feiwan's face became serious, and she looked at the flower tree demon seriously, waiting for him to tell the name of the man in Chimu Palace.
Seeing her confused expression, Hua Mu Yao cleared up the chess pieces on the chessboard and said in a hurry: "It is the big pillar in Yixing Pavilion. You held it and kissed it for a long time last night, and you kept shouting Xiao Che's name."
"Impossible!" Lin Feiwan slapped the table and stood up. The whole box of sunspots on the table fell to the ground and scattered all over the floor.
"Are you saying it's impossible for you to kiss the pillar or that it's impossible for you to shout Xiao Che's name?" Seeing her being so excited, Hua Mu Yao must have been deeply shocked in her heart.
"There is no way I can call Xiao Che's name. I wish I could never see this person again. How could I call him his name!"
Lin Feiwan denied it. Although kissing the pillar seemed a bit impossible, compared with the possibility of the latter, the former was much more likely to happen than the latter.
"You deny it so firmly because you can't remember it. I just helped you recall what happened last night. As for whether you believe it or not, that's your own business."
The talk about the flower and tree demon has come to this point. Regardless of whether Lin Feiwan believes it or not, seeing her sad and lonely back when she left, the effect he wanted has been achieved.
Lin Feiwan came out of Chenxiang Pavilion with a heavy heart
Did he really hate Song Yuxiang so much that he became obsessed with it? So much so that he connected these two people with the same name, and there was an equivalent transfer of hatred?
Although I have clearly left him, I don't seem to have any hatred anymore. I still miss him without my heart.
On this day, Lin Feiwan was sitting in her room, brooding over the fact that she was still thinking about Xiao Che.
Hua Muqing didn't go far. She came to Lin Feiwan to play chess and lost miserably. Today, she rarely came to play with her, but she got a bad reception.
At night, Lin Feiwan knocked from the crack in the door. There was no one in Chi Mu Palace. She breathed a sigh of relief, then closed the door tightly, walked to the table, and gently took out four pots from under the table.
wine on the table
"Princess, do you really want to do this? Isn't it a bit risky?"