Behind Mo Wuya's purple hair, his loose nightgown was casually placed on his body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under the moonlight.

He has a seductive ascetic aura that drives people crazy.

His every move, the power of the king that naturally exudes, attracts admiration.

It was something that seemed to permeate the bones, and it was so harmonious.

pity

No one appreciates.

His ruthless purple eyes slowly became a little warm when they swept to the sweet little one who was sleeping on the bed.

Maybe it's because of the strange place, she doesn't sleep very peacefully, even if she has sunk into a dream, her good-looking eyebrows are still slightly raised.

His deep purple eyes crossed an inexplicable look, lifted his robe, and sat down on the side of the bed.

Looking at her, Mo Wuya realized that every one of his heads was so in line with his heart.

Hooked lips and smiled, slender white fingers lifted the quilt, closed the clothes and lay down.

He raised his hand slightly, and the purple curtain was already slowly falling.

Only the moonlight is left to shine in a room.

Zi Jiuxi, who was asleep, felt a sinking around her in a daze, her consciousness was slightly clear, and she subconsciously approached the heat source

Sensing the slowly squirming little body, Mo Wuya's purple eyes were dyed with a smile, and as soon as he reached out, he hugged the person in his arms.

The heart is full.

Think of the first glance at the beginning of the banquet.

Thinking of that heart-piercing laugh.

I don't know why, but since then he has developed a sense of possessiveness.

It is a rush that has traveled through thousands of years, crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and transcended the boundaries of time and space.

With just one glance, the devil gave birth to the kind of protection and collection that cannot be refused.

Zi Jiuxi, who was sleeping, seemed to be aware of it, rubbed it in his arms, his slightly furrowed brows had been loosened, and the corners of his lips were also hooked up with a sweet smile.

Dome Pavilion.

Mo Ying looked at the moonlight outside, then turned around, and looked at the phantom of the man in front of him who looked like himself, and his cold eyes became instantly clear.

"It's you" He is not stupid, Xi has been looking at something through him, he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Night nodded, Ink Shadow's reaction was expected.

"You are"

He instinctively felt kind to the phantom in front of him, and overcame the rejection of the unknown that should have arisen.

"I am you, you are me. ”

The night evokes a shallow smile, as if a god has descended.

"What do you want to say, or what should I do" Seeing all this in his eyes, Ink Shadow knew what he was coming from, and he also knew that since he chose to appear, something must be something.

Ye Yuan didn't want to let Mo Ying know about his existence so early, all because of Demon Wuyi.

1. Have a good night's sleep.

The morning sun pours through the window lattice, and the whole room is bathed in warm leisure.

Zi Jiuxi woke up slowly, not very awake, not yet opened her eyes, and habitually wanted to reach out and rub her eyes.

Suddenly, he touched a warm body, and Zi Jiuxi rubbed it with satisfaction.

Normally, when the time came, Ink Shadow would call her to get up, but today she didn't.

Yes

Subconsciously, Zi Jiuxi felt that it was still early, so she gave up the idea of opening her eyes.

Reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist, his little head drilled into his body, and after a while, he sank into the dream fragrance again.

It wasn't until Zi Jiuxi stopped moving that Mo Wuya's stiff body slowly relaxed.

A pair of purple eyes brightened a little.

Looking at the little girl who slept sweetly again, a soft smile rose at the corner of her thin lips. Remember to read it: convenient for next time, or.