Seeing off Chen Xingrui, Mu Xiaoxiao sat alone on a chair in the hall, looking at the red blood on the ground.

I thought about what she said over and over again in my mind - the prince's willingness to take you into the palace naturally proves that he has you in his heart.

But how can he let you stay in the side hall, to put it mildly, this is a guest room, which is for guests from afar, no matter what, he should let you stay in the main hall!

She knew that she had no background, no family in the capital, and the property she brought from her mother's family was also confiscated by Queen Lin.

She is just a woman, a woman who came to the capital alone for love.

And the person she loves is the prince of the future.

She also has a lot more to do than the average person.

The last rays of sunlight left with the sound of the door opening.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who had been sitting for a long time, didn't look up, and listened to the footsteps to know who was coming.

She was flustered for a moment.

Thinking that Yan Hong in this place was seen by him a little inappropriate, but the next second he felt that these things became irrelevant.

The man came with majestic steps, and stopped beside her for a long time, making sure that the red in that place and the 'red blood' on her body were not hers, and the voice of relief echoed in the hall.

Bo Zeyu adjusted his breath and walked to her side without saying anything, just showing a look of displeasure.

He frowned at the wall in the distance and pulled out a neat white handkerchief from his chest.

lowered his body and couldn't help but wipe her face.

Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head and let him fiddle with it.

The aura around the two of them was particularly stiff.

What kind of relationship is this, Mu Xiaoxiao is becoming more and more confused, and her eyes are becoming more and more empty.

She really wanted to turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear, or return to Jiangnan to do nothing.

Obviously this is the best way for them.

Why are they all reluctant to let go.

Mu Xiaoxiao asked herself.

Does it hurt?

It hurts.

Do you still want to love?

Love.

How could she not love.

The self-esteemed prince condescended to squat in front of her, holding her little face, carefully wiping the little flower face stained by the red dye.

His serious expression seemed to be wiping a precious treasure.

As soon as he touched his eyes, all the uncertainty and hesitation in Mu Xiaoxiao's heart disappeared.

There are thousands of people in the world, and there are only a hundred people who can meet by fate.

There are even fewer people who can know each other.

Not to mention falling in love.

Such a slim chance that she ran into it, and she couldn't let go of it even if she died.

Nine days in the sky, nine springs in Baguio.

Even if we torture each other, we should not be at peace.

Mu Xiaoxiao used his eyes to describe his face, familiar eyebrows, high nose bridge, long thick eyelashes, and mouth pursed out of impatience.

"Do you love me?"

She asked stupidly.

Bo Zeyu's hand holding the handkerchief stopped in mid-air, and the pause was followed by a helpless laugh.

The atmosphere that was originally a little tense was broken by her straightforward questioning.

"How many times have I answered this question?"

Bo Zeyu punishively wiped her face with a handkerchief.

"Shhh

Mu Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth in pain and pushed his hand away.

The white hand climbed up his cheek, and it hurt hotly.

She suspected that a layer of her skin had been wiped off by him.

Seeing that her face had been wiped clean, Bo Zeyu clapped his hands and stood up from the ground, his hands resting on her shoulders.

As if nothing had happened, Feng Yunyun said lightly, "Girls, don't be hypocritical, don't always talk about love." ”

Seeing his serious appearance, Mu Xiaoxiao almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when she heard it, "Isn't it hypocritical that you always ask me if I'm comfortable in bed?" ”

Mu Xiaoxiao was also dizzy for a while, and she regretted it herself.

Bo Zeyu smiled very ambiguously.