As soon as Feng Jiuer put down the copied painting, she heard the plaintive voice of the man behind her, and she immediately turned around.
On the bed, a once-in-a-millennium classically beautiful man was waiting for her, but she actually ignored him.
The most important thing is that after she copied such an important mark on someone else's body, she walked away.
Uncle Jiuhuang is physically strong, and he will not shiver even if he is naked on this cold night.
However, even Feng Jiuer couldn't help but shrink her neck when she looked at him now.
Feng Jiuer knew that she was going a little too far, so she immediately put on a smile and quickly turned back.
When she came to the bed, she pulled up the clothes on the bed and put them back on Di Wuya.
Feng Jiuer supported Emperor Wuya's arm and said softly: "Uncle Nine Emperors, go take a bath first, don't catch a cold."
Remembering how he said he was cold just now, Feng Jiuer couldn't help biting her lip.
She was left out and felt aggrieved, but he was not angry. How cute is her Nine Emperors Uncle?
Yeah, it's really cute.
Di Wuya was helped up, and the coldness all over his body instantly dissipated a lot.
How could Feng Jiuer dare to be so negligent?
Holding his arm, he walked straight behind the screen.
"Uncle Nine Emperors is indeed the Uncle Nine Emperors, what a great body he has!"
While praising him, Feng Jiuer did not forget to look up at the man beside her with admiring eyes.
After gently patting his strong arm, a certain woman's face turned into a proud smile.
When Di Wuya lowered his eyes, Feng Jiuer continued: "Do you know?
If it had been me, I would have caught a cold."
Di Wuya curled his lips slightly, and even the trace of displeasure on his face disappeared completely.
The two of them withdrew their gaze together and walked behind the screen.
...On the other side of Feng Jiuer's compound, on the roof, a man in white was sitting, his eyes never moving away from anywhere.
Beside him were many wine jars, many of which were empty.
The man in white picked up a jar of wine, raised his head and drank it, but his eyes were still locked somewhere.
That is the large courtyard next to it and the largest wing in the middle.
The room was brightly lit, but he didn't know if there was anyone inside.
With a "bang" sound, an empty wine jar was put down, and he opened another jar, raised it, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
Under the moonlight, his tall body sat there, his white clothes and long white hair flowing in the breeze.
When he put down the wine jar, he could still clearly see his clear and refined handsome face, with delicate and flawless features, as if they had been carved by miraculous craftsmanship.
It's a pity that this perfect handsome face is inlaid with a pair of eyes filled with despair.
Looking at the side room again, Di Feimu raised the jar in his hand and started drinking.
He and she are getting married, and there is no way to escape from all this.
The man drank the remaining wine in the jar in one breath, put the jar down, and looked at a place in trance like a sculpture.
The sorrow in those deep eyes makes people feel heartbroken.
Tonight, there was no one else in Di Feimu's courtyard.
He sat on the roof alone for an hour or two, and almost all the wine he brought was consumed by him.
He didn't know how long it took, but suddenly a figure appeared in front of him, and Di Feimu stood up suddenly.
"Jiu'er."
When he wanted to go over and hold her, the woman also dressed in white smiled and left on the other side.
"Jiu'er."
Di Feimu's big palm failed and he quickly chased after him.
Two figures in white left the Nine Princes' Mansion and came to a grassy area in the back mountain.
"Jiu'er."
Di Feimu stretched out his big palm again and approached the woman in white.
The woman in white did not run away this time, and was hugged by Di Feimu.
"Jiu'er, don't, don't marry him, I... feel uncomfortable! Jiu'er, don't leave..." Di Feimu hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and even spoke a little awkwardly.
This was the first time in his life that he got drunk, but he didn't want to forget that face even when he was drunk.
The woman in white gave her a gentle push, but Di Feimu was unwilling to let her go and still held her tightly, for fear that she would disappear from his life again.
Why him?
Di Feimu couldn't understand why he was his eldest brother?
If it weren't for him, he would definitely snatch Jiu'er back and use any means necessary to get it back.
But because he is Di Wuya, his eldest brother, Di Feimu cannot do this. If he does, Jiu'er will be killed.
He has already harmed Jiuer once and cannot do it again.
Di Feimu usually looked as if nothing had happened.
But only he knew how painful it was to see his beloved woman together with his eldest brother.
Today, when he saw Di Wuya hugging Feng Jiuer and announcing their wedding, Di Feimu felt more uncomfortable than death.
But he still disappeared silently.
Feeling the woman in his arms trembling, Di Feimu gently let her go and looked down at her.
The woman in white raised her eyes, lowered her head, and cried even more sadly.
Di Feimu's vision was somewhat blurry, especially in this place with only moonlight, but he could still see clearly that the person in front of him was Jiu'er.
He tried to forget her, but he could not forget her smile.
"Jiu'er."
Di Feimu gently hugged the shoulders of the woman in white, "What's wrong?
Why are you crying?"
The woman in white swallowed more and raised her eyes again.
Di Feimu stretched out his long fingers and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. The woman in white said "Wow" and hugged him, crying even more sadly.
"I don't want to marry him, Mu Mu, the person I like is you, and I don't want to marry Uncle Nine Emperors."
"But, but he...he keeps forcing me, Mu Mu, what do you think I should do?"
"Jiu'er."
Di Feimu looked at the woman in his arms with disbelief.
He hugged her gently, like he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
"You said...the person you like is me?"
When Di Feimu said this, his voice even trembled a bit.
"Um."
The woman in white nodded and hugged his waist harder, "Mu Mu, I like you, please don't drive me away, okay?"
"I don't want to marry Uncle Nine Emperors, but I..." the woman swallowed again, "Mu Mu, he keeps forcing me, what should I do?"
"I know you like me too, right?"
Gently shaking the man who was hugged tightly by her, the woman asked hoarsely: "Mu Mu, do you like me too?"
Di Feimu looked at her, froze for a moment, and then nodded sharply.
He held her tightly in his arms and his voice was hoarse.
"Jiu'er, I like you, I like you very much, I like you so much that I... can't express it in words."
"Since... you don't like him, let's go back together and tell him... clearly, and I will take you... away."
Unseen by Di Feimu, the woman in white curled her lips in an evil arc.
"Okay, you go back and kill him, and I will go with you and live with you in a place where there is no one."
