The hot lips stayed less than an inch away from her face, but suddenly stopped, and a surprised light flashed in the deep black eyes.
What's wrong with him? Xiyue, who was waiting for him to kiss her with half-closed eyes, looked at him in confusion.
Duanmu Xiu didn't know why, but suddenly he didn't want to kiss her. He frowned and said, "Honey, why don't we eat first?"
Xiahou Xiyue was a little stunned, then nodded meekly.
Duanmuxiu pulled her to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and asked her to sit down. He sat next to her and poured her a glass of red wine.
Xiahou Xiyue picked up the red wine, took a sip gracefully, and then put it down.
Duanmu Xiu looked at her face with burning eyes. Her drinking capacity was very poor. Just one sip of wine would make her face turn red. He liked to see her blush the most. She was delicate and charming, with an indescribable feeling.
Attracted, he waited for a moment, but her face did not turn red.
Xiahou Xiyue felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her. She gestured to him and asked, "Why do you keep looking at me?" There was an uneasy look in her eyes.
"You are a little different tonight." Duanmu Xiu looked at her with burning eyes, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Her expression stiffened for a moment, and then she asked carefully in sign language: "Am I not me? What will be different?"
"Feeling." Yes, it was a feeling. When he looked at her, held her, or even wanted to kiss her, he had inexplicable thoughts of rejection in his heart. Why did he feel this way? She was Xia Hou
Xiyue was his wife, her appearance and smell were undoubtedly the same as before. His sharp eyes tightly captured her facial expression.
She seemed a little panicked and avoided his sight in a panic. She couldn't hold the knife and fork firmly in her hand and dropped it to the ground.
"Why are you panicking?" She was afraid of him. Since they were together, she would sometimes panic when facing him, but she was more shy. But at this moment, she was really panicked, as if she was worried about something.
Will be seen through by him.
Under his sharp gaze, Xiahou Xiyue stood up in a panic and made a random gesture: "I want to go to the bathroom." She had just turned around when her wrist hurt, and she had already fallen into an iron-like palm.
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She turned her head and saw a sinister and cold face of Shura. She gasped in shock. A warning of danger rang in her mind. She immediately tried hard to get rid of his restraint, but his wrists were as strong as handcuffs.
, can't get rid of it no matter what.
"Who are you?" A strong palm clamped her chin hard, lifted her face hard, picked up the wine glass on the table, and poured the wine on her face. The red liquid covered her fair skin.
It slipped down her cheek, and there was something indescribably sexy about it, but he turned a blind eye and picked up the napkin and wiped it hard on her face.
Her face was so roughly wiped by him that it hurt, and her cheeks that could be broken immediately became red and swollen. She wanted to avoid his swipe, but his chin was clamped hard by him and she couldn't move. The pain was so painful
Tears immediately came to her eyes, and she was about to cry.
Duanmu Xiu wiped it for a long time, but her face did not change, not at all. He originally thought that someone was pretending to be her, but her face was red after he wiped it, but it was still the same as before. She was not disguised.
"Tell me, who are you?" Even though she looked exactly like her, he could still feel the difference. Duanmu Xiu's voice was very stern, and his face was sinister as if he wanted to kill her.
