508. Chapter 508 Does misfortune never come singly? Hehe
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She didn't want to exchange her innocence for his belief, as his belief would be too cheap and her body would be too worthless.
"Murong Xitian, the thing that deceives people's hearts is actually the eyes that people rely on most." Xia Ziluo raised his head and looked at Murong Xitian, the stubbornness and determination on his face made her exude a different kind of attraction.
Then, under Murong Xitian's confused and surprised eyes, she rushed out of the door and rushed into the courtyard.
Although it is already May, the temperature has dropped sharply and the strong wind at night is bitingly cold.
Xia Ziluo, thinly dressed and barefoot, stood in the yard, shivering.
The biting cold went from the soles of the feet to the bottom of the heart, and then the hot and dry heat caused by the drug's effect in the body also went from the soles of the feet to the lower abdomen after the chill, and one cold and one heat competed in the body.
Poor Xia Ziluo was shivering helplessly as he alternated between hot and cold.
In the Luomei Courtyard, which used to be very lively, now there are only two people, Murong Xitian and Xia Ziluo. When she and Murong Xitian were quarreling, all the maids and servants in the room were afraid of being involved, so they stayed away as usual.
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The wind blew again, making the doors and windows rattle.
Murong Xitian watched helplessly as Xia Ziluo's petite body stood in the huge courtyard, the night wind whistling by, making her shivering from the cold.
She is...
Murong Xitian looked at her, not sure what her purpose was for doing this. Maybe this was also a scene, waiting for him to jump in and be shattered into pieces.
But maybe not.
He thought about what she said before going out, and he hesitated in his heart, unable to make a choice for a while.
Another strong gust of wind blew up, making Xia Ziluo unable to stand, and almost fell down under the impact of the cold wind.
She staggered back two steps and stood firm. After the strong wind passed, Xia Ziluo held her arms tightly in front of her body to keep warm.
However, the tighter she hugged her, the colder she felt, and her teeth began to chatter from the cold.
There was a "click", followed by a flash of lightning, and deafening thunder sounded in the sky.
Xia Ziluo was startled. He looked up and found that the starry sky was already covered with dark clouds, and the haze was terrifying.
"Doesn't misfortune always come alone? Haha..." Xia Ziluo's face turned pale from the cold, but he suddenly smiled, and his lips became even redder.
She is like a blood poppy about to lose, trying hard to bloom until the end. The brighter her smile, the sadder her heart becomes.
The wind continued to rage, but in half a cup of tea, raindrops fell from the sky as densely as lines, hitting the top of her head, and it was a chill to the heart on her smooth skin.
"It's raining..." Murong Xitian stood at the door, watching her petite body huddled together in a ball due to the cold, but she didn't jump or jump to keep warm, nor did she run back into the house.
If this was just an act, it was too real... His heart was throbbing, and at this moment Murong Xitian felt as if his heart was being fried in oil on a fire.
In a daze, he stretched out his hand towards her, and a drop of rain fell on his palm, which was a piercing tingling pain, and the chill immediately reached the bottom of his heart.
So cold.
With this excitement, her sweet smile suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and her crisp and gentle whispers... Every moment of getting along with her was right in front of him, as if he could reach it at his fingertips and yet be far away.
Murong Xitian's heart once again fell into the war between heaven and man, as if his soul had left the body.
The rain became heavier at this time, and the dense raindrops turned into beads, and they hit her fiercely. In the blink of an eye, she became a drowned rat.
