The night is closing, the moon is hazy, and a few remaining stars are shining with lonely light. The fountain is pouring water, a light layer of mist is lingering in the forest, the street lamps are dim, and the shadows of the trees are scattered.
Xiang Yimo was sneakily hiding in the corner outside the house, sticking her head out from time to time, peeking secretly, and complaining to her cell phone, "Why hasn't she shown up yet?"
"How do I know?" Nangong Han's muffled voice came from the phone.
"Aren't you the one responsible for luring the snake out of its hole?"
"I asked her to come and meet me alone..."
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared on the ground, and Yao Meina appeared under the dim yellow street light. She was carefully dressed up, not afraid of the biting cold wind, wearing a thin dress and short skirt, her hair was arranged in a delicate flower shape, and a few locks of hair were
The silk hangs down by the ears, blowing in the cold wind. He may have to pretend to be haggard, his face is deathly pale, and he doesn't know how many pounds of powder he has applied. In the dark of night, at first glance, he looks as scary as a ghost.
The fish takes the bait and the show begins!
With a smile in her eyes, Xiang Yimo turned around and said in a cooing voice: "My dear, I haven't seen you for so many days. I miss you so much! What are you thinking about? Of course I want to do that with you!" So delicate.
The artificial voice probably made Nangong Han on the other end of the phone feel horrified and nauseous.
Afraid that Yao Meina wouldn't hear, she deliberately raised her voice: "What? You came here to find me? No, no, no, what if my husband finds out? You've already slipped in? Where are you hiding? I'll look for you right away.
You!" Xiang Yimo stood on tiptoes, took small steps, and ran towards the bushes nearby. She could feel Yao Mina's burning and fierce eyes coming from behind. She would not miss this time if she could catch Xiang Yimo's handle.
Chance.
Deep in the flower bed, there are overgrown grass and trees, the light is dim, and a long dark shadow stands vaguely behind the bushes.
Xiang Yimo jumped into his arms excitedly and said delicately: "My dear, why are you here? What if you are discovered? I don't want anything to happen to you."
Nangong Han murmured in a low voice, "Can you speak normally?"
Xiang Yimo gritted his teeth and lowered his voice to teach him, "Wrong! I didn't tell you during the rehearsal. I should have said: Baby, I miss you so much. For you, I will go to the mountains of knives and the sea of fire. To see you, no matter how hard it is,
I'm not afraid of the dangers. Give me a longer memory! You can't even say these two simple sentences!" Alas, he is another child who was tortured by the eight o'clock soap opera. How could Nangong Han say such disgusting words.
He pursed his lips, deliberately suppressed his throat, and his voice became rough and strong, "I finally came here, let me have a good taste of you!" He held Xiang Yimo's face and kissed her fiercely.