In the dream, he saw many people running after Yaoyao, and laughter like silver bells streaked far into the night. She was wearing a tight black leather jacket and leather trousers, and her elegant and slender legs outlined a powerful arc. Picture after picture
Yan Ying only had the right to watch the scene, but as long as he saw her living such a carefree and melodious life, his heart also warmed up.
But all this came to an abrupt end when she met that man.
In the gray night, Yan Ying could not see the face of the man who was following him. Only a pair of sharp and cold eyes shone with the fierceness of a beast in the darkness. This man was definitely not simple. Even if he just passed by, Yan Ying could not see the face.
Ying can easily feel the strong aura he exudes.
He was following Yaoyao, hiding among his pursuers, unhurried, unhurried and calm.
Several times, he even watched with admiration how Yaoyao dealt with enemies who were too close. His eyes were filled with brilliance, as if he had seen something interesting.[
No, Yan Ying suddenly realized that his ultimate goal was Yaoyao, but before that, he had to play a trick, break off her wings, break her resistance, remove her pride, and conquer this unruly girl.
The little thing is more exciting than simply confining her body.
Yaoyao, go quickly!
Yan Ying screamed silently.
He rushed over to block the man, but he couldn't stop anything.
In the world of dreams, he is just an insignificant bystander, unable to participate and unable to fight.
Yaoyao fell down and fell into the embrace of the black shadow, covered by a huge black curtain.
As they walked further and further apart, the connection between the twins was torn apart.
Something happened to Yaoyao, it must have happened. Such a dream would never come out of imagination without reason.
Yan Ying gently pushed away Ruoruo, who was sleeping heavily in his arms, stood up and put on his robe.
In the small courtyard, there are green trees and greenery, and the bright moonlight sheds bright and smooth light, turning into a mist, spreading over Yan Ying's body, and a faint cold halo makes his shadow look longer...
"Jiu Yao?" Yan Ying called out after taking a deep breath to calm the tyranny accumulated in his chest.