47. Forty-seven, be my woman

"Do you want to kiss or not? You dare to talk to me like this, and you still talk about whether you give or don't kiss. Xiao Nanshuo's voice was low, but it had a special coldness, and it sounded a different kind of magnetism.

This woman was really beyond his knowledge, and he had a little excitement in his heart.

It seemed like he hadn't met anyone or anything that excited him for years.

His words just fell on Su Yunge's ears, and the warm breath lingered, making Su Yunge feel uncomfortable.

I didn't feel it when I was doing it, but now when I stopped, I felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more wrong.

Xiao Nanshuo's hand slowly slid down her arm, pinching her wrist holding the knife.

"This knife is good."

His hand was slightly hard, and suddenly he seemed to notice something, his brows were lightly congruent, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes had a slight hint of surprise.

"You're poisonous?"

Su Yunge's fingers slowly rubbed the hilt of the knife, and his fingertips ran across the perfectly cut black stone.

"What's your business?"

As soon as the words fell, his fingers darkened the black stone, and a soft whistle was like a phoenix's groan, and the short blade suddenly turned into a soft sword, and with a flick of his wrist, it wrapped around Xiao Nanshuo's neck behind him.

Xiao Nanshuo retreated suddenly, bang! There was an explosion, followed by the sound of rushing water.

The tub was finally broken.

The bath bucket said that it was very sloppy, and after bearing the strength of two people for so long, it was finally unbearable.

Su Yunge quickly pulled the veil on the side to wrap his body, and stood barefoot on the ground.

The feet are fair, the ankles are beautiful, and there is a hint of confusion when stepping on the water stains full of petals.

Slender legs, graceful waist, small dew fragrant shoulders, and a body wrapped in a veil looms in the ghost of the candlelight.

Xiao Nanshuo looked at the smiling face, and looked closely, half of the cheeks were perfect, and half of the cheeks were covered with red prints, as if the opposition of a fairy and a ghost, a strange gap.

"Su Yunge, let's make a deal!" The corners of Xiao Nanshuo's lips hooked, his hands folded, and his fingers gently stroked the white jade wrench on his thumb.

"Say!" One word neatly.

Xiao Nanshuo's sword eyebrows are handsome, his eyes are as deep as the vast stars, and his chin is slightly raised arrogantly.

"I detoxified the poison in your body, and you ......"

"What should I do?" Su Yunge asked softly, she didn't know what value she had to this mysterious man.

"Be my woman." The flame of excitement in Xiao Nanshuo's heart became more and more vigorous.

Yes, he had never met such a person who could make his heart beat so hard, ruthless enough, absolutely desperate enough, bold enough.

Su Yunge's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his heart was full of doubts.

This guy can't be a brain problem! Be a woman? She dared to say that as soon as this man opened his mouth, the woman who was running towards him would definitely line up from inside the imperial city to thousands of miles away from the imperial city!

After a long silence, he slowly turned to the back of the screen and wrapped his robe, and then gently wiped his hair.

From Xiao Nanshuo's point of view, he could only see the shadow behind the screen.

He didn't have the slightest impatience, and waited quietly, and the emotions in his eyes didn't reveal anything wrong.

After Su Yunge finished wiping his hair, he came out from behind the screen and saw Xiao Nanshuo still standing there, as if surprised.

"You're still there!"

Xiao Nanshuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of oppressive aura was revealed.

"I hallucinated what I said just now, this door is here, go out and turn left and don't send it!"