On the soft quilt, Amisha knelt there naked, completing the bow shape, her hair was messy, and her eyes were covered by a black cloth.
"Well... hazy..." From the corners of her lips, a thought-provoking voice kept coming out.
The person behind her was the man with blond hair and silver eyes. Their room was brightly lit, and there was no one there...
Outside the door, Mo Xue was wearing a simple aqua striped kimono and a black shawl on her shoulders. She stood behind the half-open sliding door and watched everything.
This open sliding door seemed to be deliberately exposed to people walking by. Whose intention was it? Mo Xue narrowed her black eyes and looked at Amisha, who was almost limp on the sheets.
The blindfolded eyes are really Jiu Lan's masterpiece.
The soft and gentle voice of Qingzhu can make people think wildly. But for the only audience, Mo Xue. For her, seeing this scene undoubtedly made the painful scene three years ago enter her mind again.
Oh……
Mo Xue chuckled lightly and did not look at the scene inside again. She turned sideways and continued walking outside. He would always be like that.
The scene three years ago is still vivid in her mind, and Mo Xue just sighs that she was too stupid back then, too stupid back then. Until now, she still believes that Jiu Lanlong no longer hates her mother, but his nature is always just to treat women as toys.
.
People must have some experiences before they can understand life and appreciate life. In fact, she should also be grateful to Jiu Lanlong. This man once taught her how to hate someone, and also taught her how to let go of the hatred in her heart.
.Finally, when the hatred dissipates, what is left is young love.
When love also collapses, learn to forget, and then find love again and find your own way in the long road of life.
She walked out of the hotel alone, on the gravel path, where the cherry blossoms were blooming, and the wind was a bit cold, but it could wake up her mind, which was prone to thinking about things in a mess.
The next morning.
"Moxue? Moxue?!" The shout came from not far away.
Moxue opened her eyes. When she opened her eyes, everything in front of her eyes was pink cherry blossoms. Her body was covered with petals. On the tree with blooming flowers, Moxue lay lazily on a big branch.
"Moxue, why did you climb so high to sleep?" Under the tree, Amisha stood there in a kimono.
There was also Jiu Lanlong who was leaning on a tree nearby. He was holding a few floating petals in his hands and did not look at Mo Xue.
"Chen." Mo Xue's eyes fell on An Yuchen who was next to Amisa. He was wearing casual clothes, with a stern face, and raised his eyes slightly.
"Xue, come down quickly, we are going out." An Yuchen said.
Mo Xue moved her body and sat on the branch: "Okay."
"Oh, Moxue, can you come down? It's so high. An Yuchen, would you like to go up and carry Moxue down?" Amisha said.
"It doesn't matter, I'll do it." Mo Xue smiled.
At this time, Jiu Lanlong, who was leaning against the tree, slightly squinted his eyes, and the corner of his eye fell on Mo Xue on the tree.
The moment the cherry blossoms fell, she jumped down from the tree.
The shawl flew up from her shoulders, and her body was very light. The moment her toes were about to touch the ground, An Yuchen put an arm around her waist.
Mo Xue jumped down from above and turned slightly in the air to reduce the force. Mo Xue conveniently put her arms around An Yuchen's neck so that she wouldn't feel too uncomfortable.
An Yuchen put her on the ground.
"I'm so envious, Yuchen, you are so considerate." Amisa clapped her hands aside and said. To be honest, the scene just now was indeed very beautiful and beautiful.
The couple under the cherry blossom tree is indeed a scene talking in sleep.
Moxue slowly released An Yuchen's neck: "Yuchen, thank you."
On the side, the silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly, and Jiu Lan's dark and cold face slowly revealed a leisurely smile: "Did Mo Xue sleep in a tree last night?"
Hearing Jiu Lan's hazy voice, she couldn't help but want to reply, it's none of your business! But she still held back her words and said: "Haha, I went out for a walk in the middle of the night, but fell asleep while sitting on a tree."
An Yuchen rubbed her hair lovingly: "You're not worried about catching a cold either."
"I'm in good health and don't catch colds easily, but...some people don't close the door when they sleep at night, so that the wind comes in while sleeping and they're more likely to catch a cold." Mo Xue said with a smile, her eyes looking hazy at Jiu Lan intentionally or unintentionally.
Glanced there.
Amisa covered her mouth: "Ah, it seems that we did not close the door last night. How did you know, Moxue?"
"I saw it when I was passing by." Mo Xue replied calmly.
"Uh...then you saw us..." Amisha's unrestrained and enthusiastic personality means she is very direct in everything she says and doesn't shy away from anything.
Mo Xue just smiled and did not answer. Instead, she changed the subject and said, "Ms. Misha's orange kimono looks great today."
If you take a closer look at Amisa's current look, you will see that it is not a light kimono, but a very gorgeous and grand one.
Amisa immediately said: "The boss lady asked someone to prepare it, and there is yours, Moxue. Go and change it quickly. We will go shopping soon." Amisha pushed Moxue's back.
"And mine?"
"Um."
"Okay." Mo Xue walked back towards the hotel. When Jiu Lanlong passed by on the gravel path, there was a sharp look in her black eyes. She glanced at Jiu Lanlong, and the corners of her devilish lips slightly opened:
"You must have opened the door on purpose last night," she whispered in Jiu Lanlu's ear as she walked by.
"Ha..." He smiled and said nothing.
Moxue's black eyes were cold and she didn't say anything else. She returned to the hotel and was warmly entertained by the clerk. She was put into a kimono and she was wrapped up in everything. It looked very complicated and cumbersome.
Her hair was also combed into a bun. It was a very thick bun with Japanese-style hairpins on it, which was delicate and beautiful.
In front of the floor-length mirror, she was wearing a white and red kimono. White was the background color, and the red was the color of the mandala flower. Moxue, a former model, had worn countless complicated dresses. But this kind of dress was the first
Second time, the wooden clogs on my feet were also very high, and they didn’t look easy to walk on.
"Miss, you are really a natural dresser. You look really good in this dress," the clerk said.
Mo Xue smiled politely: "Thank you."
Opening the sliding door, Moxue walked out of the changing room. The hairpin in her hair swayed slightly. She was a typical oriental beauty, and the kimono fit her perfectly.
The moment she came out, An Yuchen smiled slightly: "She's very beautiful."
Mo Xue also smiled.
Erlong stood in Yipan, leaning leisurely on the wooden wall nearby, glancing at Mo Xue with his silver eyes, without saying a word, but after one glance, he turned away.