Chapter 722 : The fragrance of a familiar man in the bedroom late at night! (4)
Late at night in the bedroom, the familiar scent of a man! (4)
In a blink of an eye, it's dusk again.
After dinner, Hua Rong and Xuan Ying were called to arrange the affairs in the palace.
At dawn in the east, he excused himself as tired and entered the palace.[
She ordered all the maids serving her to retreat outside the palace and not to disturb her. She then put the pillows on the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping, turned off the lights, and ducked out of the back window.
He quietly passed by the palace and rushed towards Linjiang Town.
Stepping on the leaves and skimming the wind all the way, they soon passed the Luoxing River and arrived near the south gate of Linjiang Town.
From a distance, one could see a figure standing prominently on the south city gate under the moonlight, his robes fluttering gently in the night wind.
The moonlight cast a faint silver halo around his outline, making him look like a god descending in a trance, looking at the sky and earth under the night sky.
Looking at the man's image for a moment, Dongfang Lixia slightly raised the corners of his lips, dodged, and when he landed again, he was already standing on the wall in front of the man.
"Who are you waiting for?!"
she asked with a smile.
"you!"
Looking at her with raised eyes, Ximen Yehan answered softly.
"Liar, how did you know I would come?"
Dongfang Lixiao's face was slightly solemn, pretending to be angry, but there was a smile in his eyes.
Raising his hand to hold her slender palm, Ximen Yehan sounded like a monster.
"Because you are reluctant to let me trek!"
His palm was held by him, feeling the coolness on his fingers, Dongfang Lixia just frowned.
"It's not the same as waiting in the government office. It's close to water, damp and cold, and you've just recovered from your internal injuries, so you're not afraid of getting sick!"
As he said that, he stretched out his hands to cup his slightly cold palms and held them to his chest, then put his lips to his and breathed in the heat.
On a normal day, Ximen Yehan would not care about such a trivial matter.
At this moment, seeing how earnestly she warmed his hands, he just stood there, enjoying her tenderness.[
I just wish I could stand face to face with her like this until the end of time.