Pulling out the petals in the water, she looked at the circles of movement on the water. Slowly, she touched the scar on her chest that had faded a lot. There were some things that she should forget. She leaned her head against
On the edge of the barrel, close your eyes.
"Who can guess Xuanyun's thoughts?"
The sudden appearance of a male voice from behind the screen made Mai Mai frown in displeasure, "Yanxia Residence is not the palace of Prince Zhao. Prince Zhao can come whenever he wants. It would be too casual."
"Hey," Wan Qizhao sighed softly, "Xuanyun, are you still angry with me?" He walked out of the screen and stood in front of her.
"Get out!" Mai Mai grabbed her shirt and held it in front of her naked body, her face a little red.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled charmingly, "I'm sorry, young man." He bowed his hands and walked out again at a leisurely pace.
Mai Mai reappeared, her hair slightly damp, hanging casually, and her thin shirt clinging to her exquisite body, outlining her seductive curves.
His eyes were hot because of her and slowly moved down her pretty face.
"What's the matter with King Zhao's late-night visit?" Mai Mai walked towards him step by step with a faint smile. Her eyes were like a deep pool, and the more she looked into it, the easier it was to get lost in it.
His eyes became warmer as she got closer, "I don't worry about you, come and take a look."
"Aren't you worried?" Mai Mai walked up to him, shook his head and laughed, "Who am I from King Zhao? Why should King Zhao be so concerned?"
Smelling the fragrance on her body, he whispered softly, almost intoxicated, "Xuanyun, can't you see my love for you?" He wanted her to understand, let her understand.
"Love?" Mai Mai's little hand slowly climbed up his chest, and her index finger made ambiguous circles. "Are you in love with the Dragon Girl, or are you in love with Lan Xuanyun?"
"Do you think I care about your identity as Dragon Girl? Well, let me tell you. From the beginning to the end, what I care about is you. From the first meeting with you to the helpless woman who fainted at the door of Prince Qing's Mansion
, your shadow lingers in my heart all the time." Wan Qizhao grabbed her hand and pressed it tightly to her heart, "There is no room for others here!"
There was a strong heartbeat under the palm of her hand, and subconsciously, she wanted to retreat. But the hand held tightly by him did not allow her to be timid. After his revelation, the burning in her heart suddenly burst out, and an overwhelming wave of people rushed towards her.
She pressed forward.
She suddenly missed that ethereal whisper that was like the wind. There was no burning gaze, only focused gaze.
Realizing her nostalgia for him, Mai Mai quickly retracted her mind. What was she thinking? He was the murderer of her brother. As long as she hated him and took revenge, that was enough.
He lowered his eyes and said nonchalantly, "I am so virtuous and capable that I can shoulder such a heavy responsibility as summoning the king."
"Xuanyun, I won't force you. I just want you to know that no matter where you are, you can see me as long as you look back." The cynical handsome face exudes touching persistence and affection. To her, he
Have enough patience. As long as she is willing to open her heart, he will be the first guest there.
At this moment, she saw the truth. No matter what role he played in this conspiracy, at least, she clearly felt his love for her. Unfortunately, this kind of innocent and sacred thing was no longer something she could bear.
Yes.
"I didn't expect that King Zhao would say such touching words of love." Not escaping his affection, Mai Mai smiled with relief.
Staring at her smile, he gently lowered his head and leaned against her ear, "Hey, what should I do? I really want to hide you from other people. Let you... just be mine.
woman."
She no longer blushed and her heart beat, and just looked at him steadily, watching his lower and lower lips, slowly coming closer to her...
Suddenly, a pair of eyes that were so calm and without any fluctuations passed before my eyes. Without thinking, I turned away and turned around, "King Zhao, it's too late. You should go back."
A failed kiss, accompanied by frustration. He raised an evil smile and gently brushed her cheek, "Xuanyun, I will wait for you."
It wasn't until the moment he exited the room that Mai Mai sat down on the chair limply and covered her face with her hands. What was she doing? What on earth was she doing? Is this the so-called unscrupulous means? I hate him.
, deliberately get close to him; aware of his affection for her, and deliberately hurt him? Not even willing to use his closest brother Liu as a tool of revenge?
When did she become so scary?
Her hands gradually clenched into fists and she breathed heavily. No, it wasn't that she was scared, but that they were forcing her. Without Qing'er, what else did she care about? She wanted him to taste the pain of loss!
Suer, sneer.
As long as she can achieve her goal, she doesn't care about anything!
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It was night, and a black shadow approached quietly. Looking at her sleeping, he raised the sword in his hand...
"Clang!" The swords clashed, and there was a harsh sword sound.
Mai Mai suddenly woke up and saw the two men in black fighting each other in the room. His expression became stern and he quickly got on the bed. But as soon as he reached the door, another sword was pointed at his throat. Mai Mai held his breath and stared at the sword.
Pointed, slowly retreating little by little.
"Dang!" The sword was blocked again.
"Let's go!" Although the voice was low, you could tell it was a female voice.
She fought against the two assassins on her own and helped Mai Mai escape from the room. Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the entrance of the garden, she was immediately blocked by two people.
Someone wants her life.
Mai Mai exhaled a breath and stopped running away. She just stood quietly in front of them. She looked up at the dark night sky. Was it time to leave? Well, at least she didn't have to torture her heart anymore.
Looking at them, he smiled calmly and said, "If you want to take action, hurry up and don't disturb other people."
No longer looking, she closed her eyes.
Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by, which seemed a bit strange in this quiet night. After two muffled sounds, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
She frowned slightly and opened her eyes in confusion. When she saw the back in front of her, she was stunned unconsciously. His back was still a little thin, but just looking at it like this, there was something that could shield her from the wind and rain.
An illusion. It seemed that that was the only place where she felt at ease.
Why is he here? Is he protecting her?
"Are you hurt?" His voice was very soft, and every time she felt like it would be blown away by the wind at any moment. If she wanted to catch it, she had to listen with her whole heart.
"No." He smiled and shook his head.
When he turned around, it was as if no accident had ever happened in the yard. There were no assassins and no bodies.
"I will send some guards over tomorrow."
"oh."
He and she are like two parallel lines that never intersect. The distance in between cannot be closed or separated. No matter whether it is love or hate that maintains the two lines, there is always one thing needed.
"It's late at night, you should go to bed early."
Turn around and leave.
"etc……"
Gently, pull.
His soft gaze fell on the catkin that caught him, and then met her confusion.
"Send me... back to my room." She lowered her head and held his clothes.
His body trembled slightly and he looked at her intently.
Mai Mai took a deep breath, pulled him, and walked back to the room step by step.
Like the courtyard, this place is intact and there are no traces of any fighting.
No one said anything about what happened just now. The room was very quiet, so quiet that she could only hear the sound of two hearts beating each other. Her hand slowly let go.
"If I get hurt, will you feel sad?"
"Yeah." He responded lightly.
"If... I fell in love with another man, would you care?"
"..."
She raised her head and looked straight into his turbulent eyes, "Why don't you answer me?"
He just stared without saying a word.
She got closer, almost to his body, "I want to hear the answer from your heart." She gently put her head close to his chest, closed her eyes, and listened carefully.
Under the moonlight, his eyes scanned every inch of her face. He still didn't speak.
After a long time, she left his arms. The sudden chill made him feel a little disappointed.
She stretched out her finger and pointed at his heart, "It tells me that you..." Standing on tiptoes, she leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushed against his earlobe, and she uttered two words, "I care."
Suddenly, he laughed.
The eyelids were half-closed, blocking all the beauties under the eyes.
When her lips touched his cheek, he froze for a moment. Then, she pressed her lips gently against his and kissed him awkwardly. It wasn't until he tasted the salty taste that he suddenly woke up.
The tears in the corners of her eyes spread over her lips, reflecting her sadness.
"Are you...willing to have me?"
A touch of love passed by, and no longer hesitating, he hugged her tightly, lowered his head, and kissed her lips deeply. So hard, so deep.
Tears, one after another, rugged and winding.
If there really is hell, she will take him down with her.
He unbuttoned his clothes, let them slide down, and stretched out his hands to wrap around his neck, "I'm so cold, hold me tight."
As she wished, he wrapped her naked body with his heartache.
Trembling, she took off his gown. When she saw the shocking scar on her chest, she was stunned. It was a wound she had bitten, but the terrifying appearance looked like it had been burned by fire.
trace.
"You..." His hand touched the scar, which made it look even more ugly against his perfect body.
"I want to keep it forever."
His cold lips kissed it until she choked and cried and fell into his arms, "Why, why you..."
He held her tearful face and kissed her tears one by one, "Don't cry in front of me."
The fluttering bed curtains and occasional gasps add to the beauty of spring...
"Ah..." She clutched the quilt tightly, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead in pain.
He stopped suddenly, and he saw her bright red spots.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He was angry, frowning in anger, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill himself.