[Ran^Text^Library] [ ] must have been dreaming, Qiu Shuiman convinced himself so much, he must have had a spring dream.

"Are you awake?" Xiao Jue's voice was a little cold, but his gaze did not withdraw from her.

Hearing the man's nice voice, Qiu Shui subconsciously turned around and saw two men in robes standing in front of the bed, one of whom was clearly the man in his dream, but his expression was extremely cold, making her tremble involuntarily.

Qiushui took a breath of cool air, isn't this a dream? What the hell is going on, she really crossed? Qiu Shuiman thought about what happened, but her memory stayed on her drunken trip to her boyfriend's house, and her head hurt as long as she thought about what happened after that.

"Head, it hurts." Qiu Shui held his head, and the expression on his face was a little painful.

Mu Liufei stepped forward, probed her pulse again, and then brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, only to see obvious scars on the corners of her forehead.

"She had been hit on the head, and the bruises were in her brain." Mu Liufei said, pricking the acupoint on her head with a silver needle.

Qiu Shuiman felt that his headache was somewhat relieved, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and looked at them sideways. "Who are you? How did I end up here? Qiu Shuiman asked them.

Mu Liufei pulled out the silver needle and asked, "Miss Qiu, have you forgotten how you came here?" ”

Qiu Shuiman shook her head, she was sure that she was not dreaming. But why did she cross over for no reason? Which dynasty is this? Who is the man who is haunted with her in the dream?

"Then do you know who this king is?" Xiao Jue asked suddenly.

Qiu Shui looked at him, her heart suddenly beat restlessly, and she hurriedly retracted her gaze and said, "I saw you in a dream, yes, in a coffin." ”

Xiao Jue chuckled, and the loneliness at the corners of his lips was very beautiful. "That's not a dream, the first time you and this king met was in a coffin."

Listening to Xiao Jue's words, Qiu Shuiman's heart suddenly chilled, it was not a dream, so he and he ...... Qiu Shuiman's cheeks suddenly flushed, and when she woke up, she mistakenly thought that she was at her boyfriend's house, so she took the man lying next to her for her boyfriend.

How could there be such a ridiculous and weird thing?

"Miss Qiu, then do you remember how you got to the coffin?" Mu Liufei asked.

Qiu Shui shook her head, she couldn't think of anything, and she didn't know where she had come. As long as she thought about it, her head hurt as if it had exploded.

"I don't remember anything, I can't remember anything." Qiu Shuiman rubbed her head, and at first glance she couldn't accept the fact that she had crossed over.

"Then Ah Ye, you should always remember, right?" Xiao Jue's voice was as cold as the ice of the number nine.

Hearing Ah Ye, Qiu Shuiman suddenly sat up on the bed, with some excitement and surprise on his face: "She is my boyfriend, do you know where he is?" ”

Xiao Jue's eyes sank slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "What is a boyfriend?" ”

Qiushui was stunned, and then he realized that ancient people didn't know the definition of boyfriend. "A boyfriend is a beloved, a lover." Qiu Shuiman explained.

It was only before Qiu Shuiman's words fell, and a strong wind came towards his face, and the man who was still a few steps away suddenly approached, grabbed her throat with one hand, and looked at her with murderous eyes: "Qiu Shuiman, do you want to die?" You are already the woman of this king, but you are thinking of other men in your heart, believe it or not that this king killed you? Well? ”

Qiu Shuiman was smart, and his eyes widened. Suddenly learning of this fact, she felt absurd and terrifying, she thought it was just a dream, but now it seemed like an abyss.

Seeing this, Mu Liufei hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Xiao Jue to persuade: "The prince is angry, Miss Qiu, she hurt her head, and she seems to have forgotten her previous memory." ”

Xiao Jue looked at Qiu Shuiman's eyes with a mist in his eyes, and his pitiful appearance reminded him of the way she Cheng Huan looked under him in the coffin, and that ** feeling made Xiao Jue's body seem to be burning again.

His lips were chapped, and he subconsciously wanted to lick his lips, but the wonderful female body lingered in his heart. However, suddenly thinking of Qiu Xiang, she is the daughter of the enemy, how can she be?

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