Duan Hengyu walked over gently and stood beside the bed, looking at her with a complicated expression.
I really can't believe it...
She and she are actually the same person.
But besides her, who else can be related to Ye Huang and that person? [
Apart from her, there is no one else who can make that person humble in front of others.
But this face also has such a temperament.
Duan Hengyu narrowed his eyes slightly, his probing eyes lingering on Mu Yanli's face for a while, and a bitter smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
She...how could it be her...
While he was deep in thought, he heard the sound of slight footsteps. Duan Hengyu's expression changed slightly, he tiptoed and jumped up to the top beam.
The door was pushed open again.
Duan Hengyu hid on the beam, his dark eyes flashing, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring closely at the person walking in from outside the house.
He has purple robes, black hair, and a purple mask.
A strange color flashed in Duan Hengyu's eyes, and then he raised the corners of his lips with a playful smile.
Yehuang didn't know why he came here.
It's like being possessed.
It seems that there is an inexplicable attraction here.
He walked over involuntarily.
He walked straight to the bed.
The footsteps were so light that you could hardly hear them.
When he reached the bed, he stopped.
First, he stood by the bed and stared at the woman lying on the bed for a while.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed again, stretched out his hand, touched the woman's delicate cheek, and rubbed it gently.
"Li'er..."[
His voice was so soft that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind.
The hand that caressed the woman was very gentle.
I'm afraid that if I strike harder, the sleeping person will wake up.
Her purple eyes looked even more seductive in the dim candlelight.
After just a gentle call, he said nothing more.
He just looked at the woman on the bed quietly, with incomprehensible emotions flowing in his purple eyes.