The summer rain was fast and violent, with thunder rolling from the sky. Under the invasion of the violent storm, the entire city A was shaken by wind and rain and was in a mess.
But black-r, on such a night, seemed extremely peaceful and quiet, not disturbed by the storm at all.
On the third floor, there is a master bedroom with a total area of 100 square meters, black and awe-inspiring.
Black decoration, black carpet, black curtains, black bed curtains, everything is black, even the lampshades are no exception.
The large and luxurious king-size bed, covered with black sheets and bedding, is still so dark that it makes people feel frightened.
However, unlike other items that are pure black, the sheets, quilts and pillows are decorated with luxurious gold threads, showing off the Yang family's family history.
The lights are dim and dim.
Whether it was the psychological side effects of wearing wet clothes or being affected by the color black, Mu Wanqing felt cold inexplicably while sitting in a room with a suitable temperature.
It was extremely quiet in the villa.
Not a sound could be heard.
If it weren't for the sound of running water in the bathroom, constantly swirling and reverberating in the room, irritating her eardrums, she would definitely feel that she had been abandoned by the whole world, living alone in a closed space.
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There are a few black roses in the vase on the bedside table.
Mu Wanqing stared at it for a long time, feeling really bored. Finally, she stood up from the sofa, walked over slowly, then bent down and looked carefully.
This was the first time in her life that she saw a black rose.
I poked it lightly with my finger: Real flower.
Then I gently pinched the petals with my fingertips and rubbed them: they didn’t fade.
It seems that this flower does grow into this color.
Mu Wanqing was curious: Can black flowers really grow on earth?!
I was about to take out a flower and study it carefully. Who would have thought that as soon as my fingers touched the branch, admire Fan's cold voice suddenly sounded: "What are you doing?!"
Mu Wanqing was so frightened that she trembled all over. The pad of her index finger was pricked by a sharp thorn on the branch, and bright red blood immediately poured out.
She ignored her wounds and turned around in panic. She saw Yang Mufan who had just come out of the shower, wearing a black bathrobe and holding a black towel, standing there coldly.
Against the background of the black bathrobe, his figure became more slender and stronger, and his aura became more formidable and formidable.
Feeling his sharp and deep eyes, which were directed towards her, Mu Wanqing was a little dizzy and out of breath due to his sharp and powerful aura. She shook her head indifferently: "No... no.
……Did not do anything."
Yang Mufan saw her dull look and was too lazy to pay attention to her. While wiping her dripping hair with a towel, he turned around and wanted to sit down on the sofa.
Unexpectedly, when he walked over and was about to sit down, he was shocked to see from the corner of his eye: on the expensive black sofa, there were two huge... butt mud prints.
