The scene of being kissed by him couldn't help but come to mind. There were strong kisses, rough kisses, gentle kisses, cherished kisses, ice kisses, fiery kisses, and ice and fire kisses.
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As he thought about it, the temperature on his face rose again, and his heartbeat gradually lost its rhythm. His white fingertips fell on the lips that seemed to still have his breath, and he looked at the large-screen TV, and his eyes couldn't help but become misty.
It seemed that the people being interviewed inside were her and Duanmu Xiu, and they were happily preparing for their marriage.
The white pearl wedding dress was very beautiful. When she wore it, she looked pure and noble, elegant and noble enough to look like a princess waiting for a prince to marry her.
The happy wedding march in her mind was playing enthusiastically, and she saw the young master in the groom's attire, slowly walking towards her, then took her hand and walked together to the priest to swear an oath.
Listening to the priest's sonorous words, she was looking happily through the thin veil at the tall and handsome man beside her. When the priest asked him if he would marry her, she saw him slowly
He turned around, looked at her affectionately, and opened his mouth slightly.
Say I do, hurry up and say I do, she waited with bated breath for him to say those three words.
Still he opened his mouth and waited for a long time, but couldn't say a word.
She was anxious and reached out to push him. Unexpectedly, his body made a thud and he was pushed to the ground by her.
She was startled and rushed forward worriedly. She lifted her veil and saw that his face was as red as burning coals. She reached out to grab his hand, but it was so hot that she immediately retracted it.
He looked at her with an apologetic look on his face and said that his Yang curse had taken effect and that he was hopeless and could not marry her. Then he closed his eyes and died.
Then, she saw her body holding his and burst into tears.
The tears seemed to have no end, and kept flowing, and kept flowing, until the church was annihilated.
Why did Xiahou Xiyue's face feel so cold? Xiahou Xiyue suddenly woke up from her fantasy. She stretched out her hand to wipe her face and found that her face was covered with tears. The happy interview on the TV screen had also ended.
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Duanmu Xiu came to the study after leaving the hall. Unsurprisingly, Wuhen was already staring at him in the study.
"Why is she hurt? Didn't I tell you to protect her?" Duanmu Xiu looked at Wuhen coldly.
"My subordinates are not doing their job well. Please punish me, young master." Wuhen did not defend himself at all.
"Will punishing you change the fact that Xiaoyue will not be hurt? If you still want to stay with me, you should know that what I want to hear is the truth, not nonsense." Duanmu Xiu sat down on the sofa, indifferently
His handsome face showed no trace of what he was thinking.
"Yes, young master." So, Wuhen told him in detail how Xiahou Xiyue met the pickpocket and then a very mysterious man appeared.
"A man with silver hair and blue eyes? He can also immobilize you. Who is he?" Duanmu Xiu's black eyes dimmed.
"After my subordinate came back, he went to the Intelligence Bureau to investigate his details, but nothing was found." That man was really too mysterious.
"Even the Intelligence Bureau doesn't have information about him. His identity is not simple. Is he an enemy or a friend." Did he suddenly appear next to Xiaoyue? Did he have any intention?
