Zi Yingluo took advantage of the night to wander back and forth in the second princess's mansion, but she couldn't find Wuchen's figure, and she felt anxious. When she first saw him, he was also dressed in black, standing proudly on the street, looking cold and cold.
Passers-by misunderstood, beat him up, and didn't explain, but he just suffered in silence. His indifferent, lonely, and cold look appeared in Zi Yingluo's eyes. In fact, she felt very distressed.
That's why I said, "I will take you away even if you are criticized by thousands of people." I just didn't care, just to save this arrogant young man from the predicament.
After dealing with the guards, Wuchen had already stretched himself to the limit. He held on to the tree beside him and clamped his legs together desperately, breathing heavily. He inadvertently raised his eyes and saw the white figure quietly wandering not far away, and his body suddenly froze.
, I tried my best to quickly move towards the white shadow, praying secretly in my heart, hoping that it was really her and not my imagination.
"Who!?" Zi Yingluo exclaimed softly, her body falling into a fiery embrace. She raised her hand to hit the person who came, but the person suddenly spoke, "Who are you?"
Hearing the familiar voice in her ears, Zi Yingluo was startled and turned around in a hurry. What she saw was Wu Chen, who had his eyebrows slightly closed and his face was dark red, looking confused, "You...Wuchen...?"
Zi Yingluo frowned slightly as she looked at Wuchen.
"Yingluo, is it Yingluo?" His sanity was on the verge of extinction. A certain part of his body was burning abnormally, and he wanted to release it. He only felt that the person in his arms was very cold. Holding her could relieve his discomfort, unconsciously.
She shrank her arms and brought the person in her arms closer to her.
Zi Yingluo looked at Wuchen suspiciously, struggled back a little, and nodded, "Yes, I am... um... um..." As soon as she finished speaking, her lips were already in Zi's mouth.
Yingluo opened her eyes wide and looked at the face so close to her in disbelief, her mind still in a state of panic.
"S--" A sound of broken brocade silk rang out. Zi Yingluo lowered her head. Her underwear had been torn apart by Wuchen roughly, and was thrown aside casually. Before she could recover, her body had been pressed against the big man beside her.
On the tree, her legs were raised up. The slightest chill brought back Zi Yingluo's consciousness, and she just woke up. She pushed Wuchen desperately and lowered her voice: "Wu, Wuchen, don't get excited first.
Cold, calm down..." Wuchen turned a deaf ear, easily pulled open the skirt of her clothes, and nibbled hard on her neck.
The stinging pain was mixed with waves of numbness, and Zi Yingluo moaned unbearably. Looking at Wuchen's depressed look, her heart sank, thinking that he must have been poisoned by love, this Zi Yingluo is really
He's despicable enough. Looking at Wuchen's current appearance, I think Zi Yingyue probably didn't succeed.
She narrowed her eyes and reached out to hit him on the neck. Wuchen groaned and fell down softly.
Looking down at her exposed thighs and her torn top, Zi Yingluo sighed helplessly. It was night now. If she was more careful, no one would notice her.
He nodded secretly, picked up Wuchen with both hands, and disappeared from the place with a few leaps.