The night is as cool as water, the candlelight in the room is burning quietly, and the night pearls embedded on the white walls emit a soft glimmer.
After more than four years, Ye Chen became more and more outstanding, but his aura became more and more quiet and quiet, almost so much that it was neglected.
The curtain of gauze flares lightly, as if he saw the master coming, and no wind rose by itself.
Qiongying entered the inner room from the outer room, wearing a light blue robe, and her ink hair scattered, covering the hideous and charming scar on her left face.
Hearing the movement behind him, Ye Chen slowly turned around, her figure reflected in his eyes, as bright as obsidian, but only for a moment, it was invisible, and only silence was left.
"Owner."
Qiongying walked over and opened every wardrobe.
There are a row of cabinets, a wide range of clothes, mostly purple and blue, with all kinds of styles, and all clothes for tens to twenty years old.
Qiongying took out a robe that was much taller than her and gave a little auspiciousness.
Ye Chen looked at her in confusion, feeling a little nervous. Did she not like it? She never paid attention to these things before.
Qiongying put her clothes back into the wardrobe and looked at him.
Her eyes were as straightforward as ever, but she could not see anything from her eyes. It was probably too deep.
However, Ye Chen was always confused by her and lost his composure, which made him involuntarily feel at a loss.
"Sit here." Qiongying pointed to the chair next to her.
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then sat down silently, his heart was in a mess. This situation reminded him of the night more than four years ago, and she also asked him to sit down. In my memory, her fingertips were even colder than Han Bing...
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"What are you thinking?" Qiongying had moved behind him.
Ye Chen froze slightly, remembering that she was also standing behind him at that time, touching his hair, and her fingertips passed through his hair...
"What are you nervous?" Qiongying asked softly, her slender fingers touching his hair, and shuttled through his hair...
Ye Chen seemed to have even held his breath. In the same situation, his heart was even more chaotic and unstoppable than four years ago.
"What are you nervous? Tell me." Qiongying found it funny. Is she scary? Is it necessary for him to be so nervous?
"I don't know." Ye Chen said truthfully, he didn't know why he was inexplicably nervous.
"I'm afraid I'll eat you?" Qiong Ying said jeerfully, and his fingertips pushed his hair away to the left.
"No." Ye Chen said slowly, his eyes were pitch black, as in his memory, her fingertips were still colder than Han Bing, revealing his ugliest side...
The hair was moved to one side, revealing the back of his neck. His skin turned pale, as if there was no sunlight all year round. Through the bright candlelight, a perfect mark was clearly seen.
It seems to be a mark out of blood, lifelike, natural, extremely beautiful, and so red that it is so red.
Her fingertips brushed across the back of his neck, which was her masterpiece, and even if it was a fake, it was a unique fake.
Ye Chen was motionless, stiff like a sculpture, leaving only the feeling from the back of his neck, and the coldness entered his heart.
"Ye Chen, how long have you been with me?" Qiongying gently pulled up his hair and covered the mark.
"More than four years." Ye Chen replied slowly, May 10, 4th year.
"Are you tired of it?" Her voice sounded behind him, as if it was a flute sound from ancient times, mysterious and bewitching.
"No, no." Ye Chen's face turned pale. He would not get tired of it. He just wanted to keep doing this and never change it.