Qingcheng frowned slightly and looked at him. He looked different today than the first time she saw him. His black-dyed black hair was tied into a purple gold crown inlaid with pearls. The black hair on his shoulders fell like a waterfall due to his leaning movement.
Next, this handsome face with exquisite facial features, full and plump forehead, slightly raised eyebrows, and narrow and sharp eyes all show his arrogance and indifference. Even if such a man does not say anything,
He was silent, but like a black panther ready to attack, his whole body exuded a sense of indifference and danger.
Qingcheng looked at him quietly, her heart beating uncontrollably. Such uneasiness made her at a loss, and even her own eyes could not stop staring at him.
The fear came out of nowhere, and it was like a surging wave that overwhelmed the remaining sanity in her heart. For a while, her brain was buzzing, and she couldn't hear the sound, but it made her eardrums hurt.
Murong Jue's face was calm, with a hint of chill emanating from his eyes. This time he just stopped his gaze on her for a moment. When he felt her growing fear, he straightened up with satisfaction and released her jaw.
He said coldly: "Even if you get married today, your face will still be ugly!"
His words were ruthless and cold, full of sarcasm and sarcasm, and gave her no face at all.
But when Qingcheng heard him talk about her like this, her heart that had been tightening felt a little relieved. She stood up slowly, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and said softly: "It is wrong for Qingcheng to insult the prince's wisdom. Please allow Qingcheng to go and say goodbye."
s room!"
"Haha..." He chuckled when he heard the words, and his cold laughter was like frost falling to the ground, making people feel chilly in their hearts.
How could Murong Jue be such a talkative person? How could he not know what she was thinking about what she said just now?
Not as Qingcheng wished, he took her wrist and held him in his arms. A dangerous aura suddenly emerged in the dark eyes, but it was impossible to find the source of the origin!
He raised his thin lips and gave an extremely cold smile. His voice was the same as before, "Did you forget that today is my wedding? Why..." He stretched out his voice and looked at her strangely,
Junyan lowered his head a few inches and whispered, "Is it possible that you don't want to?" Before Qingcheng could answer, he narrowed his eyes, threw her behind him and strode towards the bed.
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