"Lord Wang...... Yes...... Ah......h

With the creaking of the wooden bed, I did the rhythmic movement without tiredness.

Mu Yunhuan lay on the chaise longue bed behind the curtains, tossing and turning, unable to sleep with his eyes closed, cut! Who cares who you sleep with? It's all about her! But can you fall asleep when it's so noisy and so quiet?

She simply covered her ears with her hands.

"Ah...... Don't ......"

"Lord Wang, can you please slow down? Ah......h

But the heart-rending woman's cries and the creaking of the wooden bed grew louder and louder, piercing her ears through her fingers without hesitation.

All right! All right! How can I say that Mu Yunhuan is also a new human in the 21st century, haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? It's not that I haven't learned it in physiology class, and I have written a diagram of the structure of human organs silently! What's there?

She simply put down her hands covering her ears, and listened with interest through the moonlight: It seems that this ice sculpture prince is quite powerful, and as the night gets darker, she also falls asleep dimly......

The hazy man of that night appeared under the moonlight, and he walked over and brushed her face.

His gentle movements still woke her up, she rubbed her eyes to see his face carefully, but no matter how she rubbed it, it was vague: "Who are you?" ”

She asked softly.

He smiled silently.

He turned to leave, but she grabbed his robe, "Don't go!" Who are you? ”

"Who? Who do you say this king is? A thrust was ruthlessly shaken awake.

She rubbed her wistful eyes, opened them slightly, and in the faint moonlight, an ice-carved face almost touched the tip of her nose.

She jumped up from the bed violently: "Ah! ”

"What? What the hell are you? Beijian was obviously startled by her surprise, and the ice on his handsome face became even heavier.

Mu Yunhuan stroked his chest and gasped, looked around the room, and then pinched his face hard, who is she? Where is it?

Was it a dream just now, or is it a dream now, or is this qiē a dream?

It hurts, it turns out that this should be a dream not a dream, she slowly regained consciousness, tonight is the wedding night of her and Beijian, the prince of the Jokhang Dynasty.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you come and serve this king? Beijian shouted angrily and turned around and lay on his side on the bed.

Serve? Yun Phantom pointed to himself and then to the Northern Sword, with a noncommittal expression.

"Don't come yet!" The man on the bed was already impatient.

"You...... Don't you have a beautiful woman waiting for you? She took two difficult steps behind the curtain and stopped.

"The king has already called her out, and now it's you!"

I? Mu Yunhuan's mouth was big, and he sighed heavily, it was already the middle of the night, didn't he plan to let her go tonight? The combat power of this Northern Sword is too strong.

"I ...... I ...... "She was like glued to the spot, she couldn't move her steps, and her mind was full of anxiety: what to do?" What to do? What to do?