"Boom!" Two thunders, a flash of lightning, a fierce wind, and the door was carried up by the wind with a bang.

"Slave go close the window!" Pothos ran to the rain-soaked windowsill.

Seeing Yun Huan, who was rolling on the bed in pain, his little face was hot and crimson, Wen Zhao lowered his head and pondered for a moment and decided that he couldn't wait any longer: "Green pothos go out and cover the door, guard outside, and don't let anyone in!" ”

"This ......" Pothos hesitated.

"If you want to save your young lady's life, go quickly!" Wen Zhao once again set up Yun Phantom's pulse, the disorder was rapid, the beating was more violent, and he roared urgently.

"Yes, yes, slave and maid are going!" Pothos hurriedly ran out of the door.

Wen Zhao caressed the woman who was whispering in front of him, her whole body was hot, and her face was forced to crimson by the heat in her body, but she looked particularly sultry and delicate.

"Hot ...... It's so hot......" She panted sharply and kept tearing her clothes, flipping her curvaceous body back and forth, with a sultry look.

"Woman, you provoked me yourself!" Wen Zhao's breathing was also short, and for the first time he lost his mind in front of a woman, and he didn't know whether it was to save her or ......

He pulled down the light gauze tent next to the bed, in such a space there were only him and her, let the storm and lightning and thunder in the outside world, at this time, the light yarn was graceful, the candlelight was swaying, the incense was curling, and the beauty was in her arms, like glue......

The sky was getting brighter, and she slowly opened her eyes to the sound of birds, and the window after the rain was exceptionally fresh, and the leaves were still stained with last night's raindrops.

"Miss, are you awake?" Guarding the bed is a tired pothos.

"You haven't slept all night?"

"The slave is fine, as long as the young lady can wake up and be safe!"

She touched her heavy head as if she had been slammed, surprisingly heavy, and all kinds of pieces in her mind were chaotic and intertwined, as if she was at a banquet, eating and drinking, dancing, what happened later?

The headache was about to crack, and suddenly she thought of a man, her face flushed, she actually had a spring dream, the man in the dream was vague and hazy, but this dream was so real, she could really feel his skin and grinding obsession, and the hot breathing......

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, just a dream, you were here last night?" Yun Xuan touched his head and was secretly embarrassed

"Yes! Last night, Pothos was guarding the young lady by the bedside! ”

"Oh! You've done a great job! Yun Xuan comforted the pothos gratefully, and shook her head vigorously, maybe it was a dream, but why did she have such a dream?

"Miss, that pothos hurry up and help you Zhang Luo dress up, it's a good day for you to get out of the pavilion!" The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, and jumped out happily like a little magpie:

"Magpie, Ling'er ......"