If a person is pushed to the trial table, she is crying wildly in her heart, wanting to distinguish for herself, wanting to reduce her sentence, not to death, not life expectancy, but under what circumstances does she have
Possible for "accredited"?
She suddenly reached out her hand, held Ye Jia's hand tightly, and hesitated: "Ye Jia, can we find another place to sit?"
Ye Jia was silent for a moment, his hand shaking slightly, as if he wanted to pull her hand away, neither nodding nor shaking his head.【26nbsp;】
Feng Feng finally took his hand and did not let go. Seeing that his face slowly calmed down, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Feng was familiar with this teahouse, not far from where she lived. It was late at night, and there were not many people, so he was extremely quiet. The heating was full, and the warm fragrance of tea lingered around.
She was afraid of the story she told, but suddenly lost her guard and no longer looked back. She looked at Ye Jia. Under the light, his eyes were so bright, his eyebrows were so handsome, and his mouth, nose, face... there was no place
It's not Gaye! But there is no longer the gentle smile of Gaye. He is silent, his expression shows such strange coldness.
Feng Feng was even more panicked, and his voice was a little unstable: "Ye Jia, is it good for me to tell you a ridiculous story? It's a novel I read..."
Ye Jia spoke slowly: "Okay. All the stories Xiaofeng told are very interesting."
"You can just think it's an absurd story."
"Um."
She began to talk about the ridiculous time travel, regardless of whether he understood or not. She spoke in detail, talking about how a woman met a monk when she was on the verge of despair, seduced him, and broke the precepts, and how the two of them escaped from the palace.
The emperor's pursuit...
Time passed by minute by minute, and Ye Jia was deeply trapped in the rattan chair, listening without saying a word, the more he heard his eyebrows became more entangled.
"...The monk was shot three arrows, one of which deviated from his left rib... She could almost hear the sound of his bones and flesh splitting... In this way, she could never see the monk again, awake
After coming, she and the emperor have reached the modern era... Haha, Ye Jia, this is very similar to an American blockbuster, absurd and unruly, right? Okay, my joke has been finished, Ye Jia..."
She stopped telling because she saw Ye Jia opposite her look pale, pressing one hand on her left rib, looking in pain.