Mo Huang's long fingers hooked a lock of black hair hanging from her sideburns, and the tentacles were silky and silky. （ . . ）

"The emperor is so enthusiastic, how can this seat bear to refuse?" He leaned into her ear, and between his mouths, a warm breath hit her ear: "As long as the emperor agrees to let Suzaku marry, this seat will definitely satisfy the emperor tonight." ”

His tone was very ambiguous, Jun Bingwu listened, but it was as if someone had slapped him hard, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen into ice.

Humiliation, bitterness, self-deprecation...... All of a sudden, countless emotions came to my heart.

In his eyes, she was such a woman who was so that she could exchange anything in order to climb into his bed?

Mo Huang, you're really enough!

But...... She had just felt his enthusiasm clearly, and she hoped that even if it was amnesia, he didn't have any feelings for her.

The man who was smiling so sneering in front of her that a thought suddenly jumped through Jun Bingwu's mind, and she only felt a chill jump down her back.

This man deliberately showed favor to her, deliberately gave her hope, and lifted her high, just to throw her down from behind and make her miserable.

Mo Huang, where am I sorry for you, letting your heart hurt me like this?

Her white palm was raised high, and the sharp palm wind hit his cheek fiercely.

Mo Huang's cold eyes narrowed dangerously, but he didn't resist. Jun Bingwu's palm paused violently half an inch away from his face.

She always felt that all this was not his original intention, if it was the original Mo Huang, he would definitely not be willing to treat her like this.

He just doesn't remember her......

It was she who did it herself, running to seduce him, she didn't want to blame him, she should make up for her distrust of him at the beginning......

She pushed away Mo Huang beside her, got up from his lap, and walked forward abruptly, the woman's eyebrows were full of lingering tiredness, but her back was straight.

In front of him, she was almost humbled to nothing, and the only remaining arrogance could not be lost.

Mo Huang's eyes locked her straight back, and the light veil on his body that could barely hide his body, his eyes were slightly dim.

Is she going to go out like this?

The thought that as long as she walked out of this door, everyone would be lightly veiled and graceful, the anger in his heart burned irrepressibly.

This feeling is like being coveted by someone else, and it's damn unpleasant.

"Stop!" Mo Huang sneered, "Does the emperor really think that this seat is here when he wants to come and go?" ”

Jun Bingwu's footsteps stopped for a moment, and his fists tightened slightly.

Before she could turn around, a warm mink cloak was already on her shoulders, she grabbed the cloak, turned around suddenly, and Mo Huang's figure was already missing in the dormitory.

She was left alone in the spot.

On top of the cloak, there is still his breath, and the dark fragrance strikes people.

But she only felt tired, and she didn't want to guess his mind anymore, this feeling of being picked up and falling down, she really felt that she had enough.

So be it, she told herself.

She put on the veil again, and with a little luck, she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As soon as her voice faded away, a white light flashed behind her.

Mo Huang's gaze disappeared into the place where the ice dance, and the calm eyes rippled in circles, and soon, disappeared again.

Jun Bingwu originally wanted to meet his own palace, but somehow, he actually arrived at Fengluan Palace.

Outside the palace, there were several palace ladies who were keeping vigil, but Jun Bingwu did not alarm them and quietly sneaked into the palace.

Since Mo Huang left, this place has been vacant, but there have been special people to clean it, and everything inside is exactly the same as before he left.

It's a pity that things are not people, and its owner may never come back.

There seems to be his breath, his smell, his smile in this palace, she is attached to his breath, but she hates this feeling of touching the scene, so these days, she rarely runs this way.

Today...... What's wrong with her?

She didn't bother to delve into it, so she walked towards the inner sanctum, and since she was here, she would stay here tonight.

Outside the huge bed, the splendid curtain hangs down, covering everything inside the bed.

Jun Bingwu raised her hand and was about to lift the bed curtain, but before her fingers could touch it, the bed curtain had already risen on its own.

Jun Bingwu's body was tense, and he was about to make a move, but in the bed, the delicate face of the second son was revealed.

The second son crossed his legs, his arms pillowed behind his head, quite a kind of local taste of hanging children, he did not wear a mask, on his delicate and demonic face, there was an ambiguous smile, and the peach blossom eyes danced meaningfully.

Jun Bingwu was slightly stunned for two seconds, then came back to his senses and immediately grabbed the pillow next to him and smashed it on his handsome face, who was smiling unusually poorly.

"Little bastard, you're scaring me to death."

The second son caught the pillow unhurriedly, hugged it in his arms, and sighed twice: "Sister, don't be so fierce, no wonder the bastard surnamed Mo doesn't want you." ”

"Get out!" Jun Bingwu rewarded him with a word coldly and arrogantly.

"A woman who desires dissatisfaction is the least lovable." The second son replied.

Jun Bingwu really wanted to take off his shoes and pump them in his face.

Even the old lady dares to make fun of her, this little bastard is really getting more and more indebted to the lesson.

The ice dancing boy raised his hand and beckoned to the second son's head, and the second son screamed, rolling all over the bed, ruining the originally clean and tidy bed.

Jun Bingwu simply grabbed another pillow and threw it at him, hitting the back of the head, and the second son immediately lay down and pretended to be dead.

This scene is very similar to when they were playing in their childhood, Jun Bingwu lost his laughter, this little bastard, is he here to be funny?

She crossed her chest and raised an eyebrow at a dead little bastard: "How did you know I was here?" ”

"Guess." The second son replied, and rolled around again, and then the carp straightened up, turned over and sat up.

"Congratulations, you guessed it, you're ready to roll."

"If you have a man, you don't want a brother, sister, you're too much." The second son complained, and Jun Bingwu spread his hands and said that he was very innocent.

While the two were joking, the wide mink cloak on Jun Bingwu's body was slightly open, revealing the translucent light veil inside.

The second son's gaze looked at her from head to toe, and finally stopped at the position of her chest.

Jun Bingwu followed his line of sight, Allure's face was slightly red, and he subconsciously wanted to wrap the cloak on his body tightly, but after thinking about it, he slapped the second son Pia.

This little bastard, where are your eyes

Even if he doesn't have this thing, her wife will always have it, as for his sister, won't he even let go of his sister's?

The second son rolled and dodged over and over again, and sighed over and over again: "Sister, you've done it to this point, that guy hasn't taken the bait yet, are you sure he can't do it?" ”