Mu Xue was drunk, and she didn't know the severity of this slap, and she suddenly beat this man a little confused.

Or maybe he never thought that someone would dare to do it with him.

Does this woman think that her life is long?

Nangong frowned unhappily and threw her on the bed.

"Bang...", Mu Xue threw the wine jug on the bed.

Even though there was a soft quilt cushion, this throw still inevitably made Mu Xue painful.

Of course, the pain makes people sober, and she is already three points awake.

The whole person was originally groggy, and this fall was even more severe, she curled up together in pain, looking at the figure in front of her with a pair of hazy eyes.

"Who, who are you...."

Like a little drunkard in the market, Mu Xue's wine is not much better, at this time, whoever disturbs her sleep, she can scratch his face.

Nangong Li's narrow eyes narrowed tightly, if Mu Xue was sober, he would know that this man was angry at the moment.

He had a blue face,

He hadn't even counted the slap with her just now, and he floated away after two drinks, so much so that he didn't even know him.

He took off his coat in a dashing manner and threw it on the ground with a gust of wind.

Then regardless of whether the shoes were taken off or not, the whole person got on the bed and straddled Mu Xue's body.

His hands were on her wrists and pressed against her sides.

This is his usual domineering posture.

"Don't know me anymore?"

At this time, Nangong Li looked at her carefully, and the blush on her cheeks was different from that when she was shy.

Her red lips, which she couldn't let go of after tasting it, had a slight hint of wine at the moment, crystal clear, and even more tempting.

There seemed to be mist in her eyes, hazy, and he couldn't see the sadness hidden in her eyes.

But he knew that the discomfort in her heart was indescribable.

And this torture was given to her by him.

Someone held her chin, as if talking to her, Mu Xue breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and rolled up a burst of wine.

She opened her eyes vigorously, and she saw his mask carved with a wolf's tail, dark gray, like a wolf.

"It's you, of course I know you...."

Mu Xuele smiled as he spoke, and his small hand was easily withdrawn from between his wrists, and then wrapped around the back of his head.

Muttering to himself as he unmasked him.

"Promise me, you don't bring it in private."

She loved it.

I like him as a person.

He agreed to his words, even if he was drunk, Mu Xue could remember it clearly.

As if for fun, she unmasked and put the cold thing in her face.

"I wear it too, look at what you're thinking when you wear this thing...."

Muttering, Nangong Li looked at the woman's red lips, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

He was sure that if the woman was sober, she would not dare to say such a thing in front of him.

"Mu Xue...."

His voice was as steady as possible, and he never showed any anxiety.

"Huh?"

Mu Xue was already a little sleepy, this sound overflowed from her throat, like a hand that had peeled off the strings, and Nangong Li admitted that her heart seemed to be messed up at the moment when she was just now.

"You like this king, don't you?"

It's a question.

The meaning is very certain.

The heart is beating in a bulging sac between the chest.

It seems to be about to come out.

It's a feeling that isn't at all controlled.

He nervously got his hands on it and took the mask.

His eyes were also locked on her, not intending to let go of any detail on her facial expression.

Time was minute by minute, Nangong Li had never felt that time was so difficult, as if someone was holding his heart on the iron stove and roasting, he waited patiently for her answer.

But the woman just smiled, and the laugh was very sarcastic.

"Say! Do you like this king?!! ”

In the words he spoke again, he had a little more impatience.

As if he wouldn't let this woman go without asking for an answer.

Or if she shook her head and denied it, Nangong Li didn't know what she would do.

Will you breathe a sigh of relief and say goodbye to this woman?

Or would he be a little sad about her shaking his head and denying it?

I don't know.

Nangong didn't even know what would happen to him.

Nangong Li believes in the sentence of spitting out the truth after drinking.

Through the courage of wine, it is possible to reveal the secrets that he has cowered and hidden on the tip of his heart.

Extremely sleepy, Mu Xue wasted the boss's strength to reluctantly open her eyes, and when she saw this ghostly face that looked like a cloudy face, she turned her head and didn't look at him.

His questions were also not answered.

In fact, in the process.

He already had the answer in his mind.

The balance in my heart has been tilted to the side.

He wanted to hear her say yes.

The man pressed down his body, and the fine ink hair sprinkled on her neck, and there was a fine itch.

She swiped her hand, as if to sweep away the throbbing that the man had brought.

"Xiao Xue'er, be nice, tell me, do you like me?"

"I like it, what's wrong?"

I like it....

She likes him.

But so what.

Mu Xue knew that this man didn't like herself.

One-sided liking is the most abrasive.

Mu Xue didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked at the inexplicable place, as if she was muttering and aggrieved.

The red lips were pursed, as if he had been robbed of candy when he was a child, and there was a hint of crying in his voice: "But he doesn't like me..."

While speaking, Mu Xue's index finger poked the part of his heart vigorously, and howled aggrievedly: "There are people here, there are people here, what can I do....."

Oh, yes.

What can I do.

She tugged at the robe on his chest aggrievedly and buried her head in it, as if this was the only way to give her a little comfort.

"Just thinking about it like this, I feel super wronged."

The little woman was aggrieved, and she sniffed as she spoke, as if she was about to cry.

Her dull words came from his chest, and the man took the woman in his arms in distress, caressed her hair with his big palm, and whispered in her ear.

"Even if his methods are vicious and sinful, even if his blood is dirty, even if his soul is black and boundless, do you like it?"

That fire burned up all his goodness.

From the moment he was determined to fight for the throne.

He knew that his soul was no longer noble.

He is likely to go to prison when he dies.

He had always felt that he needed a light, a light, so that he would not be black.

He needed someone to hold up his conscience.

He always thought that person was Qianxue.

But now that he was holding the woman in his arms, he couldn't ignore his feelings for her.

Whenever Mu Xue mentioned Mu Haifeng, he got angry.

When Mu Xue mentioned the words concubine and divorce, he was also angry.

Between the sheets, she rejected herself, and he still had to be angry.

Even before that, he had tossed her up to the point.

The meaning behind being angry is actually jealousy.

It's panic.

It was his restless heart.

He didn't want to admit it before, but he liked it after all.

She tugged at his robe, raised her little face, and then asked him stupidly: "Tell me, where are you dirty, I'll use 84 disinfectant to float it for you..."

The little face was slightly red, and there was a great drunkenness between his eyes, and he smiled helplessly when he heard the woman's ignorant words.

Just when he thought that there was no answer to this question, she suddenly said: "Actually, I like a person, and it has nothing to do with these."

It doesn't matter.

She said it didn't matter.

Nangong Li's empty heart seemed to fill this sentence of okay.

His arms tightened suddenly, and he hugged the woman very hard, with a force that almost suffocated her in his arms.

"Mu Xue, Mu Xue, you remember what you said today, if you don't count, then don't blame this king!!"

There was an obscure light flashing between his eyes, and there was an endless undercurrent tumbling in it, and the darkness struck, enveloping Mu Xue's whole person.

From head to toe, not even a single strand of hair or a piece of clothing was spared.

Nangong Li just because Mu Xue said three words, it doesn't matter, he strongly included her in his selfishness.

"Hmm, it's so tight...."

His arms tightened suddenly, and Mu Xue was naturally uncomfortable.

She pushed, trying to keep him away.

The man took a sip on her slightly hot cheek, and only then did he loosen the strength of his hand slightly.

"But I'm going to go back after all..."

The moment his arm was released, Mu Xue found a comfortable position in his arms, slightly sleepy, and his voice was very small, as if he was talking to him, but as if he was just muttering to himself.

Nangong Li was still immersed in her frank and unrelated words, but before she could fully sink into her thoughts, she heard her words.

Get back?

Where to go back?

He was inexplicably uneasy.

This woman is just too abrasive.

It grinded his whole heart and couldn't make his own decisions.

He loved her.

to a dangerous situation.

It's like it's easy to lose your mind when you touch something with her.

"Xiao Xue'er, be good, tell your husband, where do you want to go back?"

There was a hint of charm in Nangong Li's voice, as if she wanted to coax out the secret she buried in the deepest part of her heart.

Close to her ear, his lips warm and slightly ambiguous.

It's really a wine that intimidates people's courage.

She reached out and pinched his ear, and the force was not light.

Slipped his ear to his lips, closed his eyes and whispered: "I tell you, I have a secret in my heart that I haven't told anyone before I am about to die." I told you because I liked you. But I told you, you are not allowed to tell anyone. ”

"Okay."

The man is obedient.

Even if she was pulling his ears like a tiger plucking at the moment, he was not angry.

Hearing this, she only smiled dotingly, and responded to her with a good word.

Hearing her say that this secret was a secret she had never confided in anyone else, the feeling of being trusted by this woman rose from the soles of her feet.

But he waited with his ears pricked up for a while, only to hear the sound of steady breathing in his arms.

He looked down and saw that the woman was already asleep.