In the first fifteen years of her life, Mu Xiaoxiao's definition of sadness was that others called her the Heavenly Evil Lone Star.

Now sixteen years old, she has a heartfelt definition of sadness, and she can't be loved. Especially after seeing the various states in the world, I have imagined the different colors of happiness.

Mu Xiaoxiao buried her head behind Bo Zeyu's neck and kept crying.

Grief overshadows all feelings.

Bo Zeyu turned, his hand running through her hair, forehead to forehead. "Mu Xiaoxiao!" The smell of wine was mixed with a depressing atmosphere, and listening to her crying, he felt that his head was going to explode.

"What are we going to do?" Mu Xiaoxiao grabbed the sleeves on both sides of him, still crying, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances in the past ten years.

The hand tugging shifted to his white face, and she hadn't looked at him carefully in a long time.

Long eyes, a tall nose, and thin lips.

Two broken hearts snuggled together and licked each other's wounds.

Mu Xiaoxiao rarely took the initiative, grabbed the prince's clothes and pulled them in front of him, and leaned on his lips and teeth.

The wine has a lot of stamina, and Bo Zeyu's rationality is also overwhelmed, propped up on the windowsill with one hand, and climbed over the wall.

The room was filled with the constant sound of glass objects breaking and crashing.

Not far away, there are many family members who were picked up by Bo Zeyu.

That night was very long, and Mu Xiaoxiao discovered for the first time that the structure of men and women was so different, and the skin-to-skin kiss made people so excited.

In the second half of the night, the drunken Bo Zeyu fell into a deep sleep, and the tortured and exhausted Mu Xiaoxiao also fell asleep.

Sunlight poured into the room from the windowsill that had nothing to do with last night, and it was a mess.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who woke up first, twisted her body, feeling uncomfortable, and suddenly saw the prince lying beside her, she thought she was dreaming, and she didn't really touch his face.

How, it's hot.

Her pupils dilated.

The scenes that happened last night were awakened again.

Mu Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and shouted silently!!

That's not true! She must be crazy.

No, it was all forced by the prince.

Mu Xiaoxiao comforted herself that she was a woman from a good family with traditional concepts and would not do anything that ruined the doorway.

Gently lifted the quilt and changed into clean clothes before the prince woke up.

Looking at the debris all over the floor and the empty table, her face turned red.

There was also a little red spot on the chair.

Mu Xiaoxiao even wanted to die.

She picked up a piece of white cloth and wiped it desperately.

It's so embarrassing, I tugged at my hair in frustration and clenched my hands into fists.

How could she do such a thing.

Now she is in a dilemma, and her father clearly told her to pack her luggage and prepare to leave. And that's what happened to her.

What should have been done didn't happen?

"You're taking my clothes."

"What?" Mu Xiaoxiao, who was immersed in his own world, responded stupidly, and his eyes drifted over.

Bo Zeyu opened his chest, exposed his upper body, sat lazily on the bed, raised his eyes, and motioned to Mu Xiaoxiao to look at the white cloth in his hand.

The thin-skinned Mu Xiaoxiao glanced down, stood up with a swoop, and threw the clothes she thought were white cloth on the ground.

"I ...... I'm going to help you...... You take another one. Mu Xiaoxiao stumbled and said, and walked out without looking back.

As soon as the door opened, I saw several family members standing neatly at the door.

"Miss, there were assassins yesterday, you're okay."

"I'm fine!" Mu Xiaoxiao yelled loudly and closed the door vigorously.

Leaning against the door and gasping for air.

She was so scared that she almost thought she was going to be caught and dipped in a pig pen.

"Where's the clothes?" I don't know when the prince got out of the bed, stood naked by the bed, and asked her expressionlessly.

Mu Xiaoxiao, whose face was pale, blocked his eyes with his hand, and said angrily, "You can block it with the quilt first!" "She is now in an extraordinary period and refuses to be ambiguous.

Although the hangover Bo Zeyu had a splitting headache, he still remembered a thing or two about yesterday.

Look at the timing, "But you touched it hard yesterday." Rubbing his temples, he didn't forget to tease her a few words.

"......" Don't say it.

Mu Xiaoxiao's face was about to fall, one wrong step.

But the prince still gave her face very much, and got back into the bed

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