At first, the green grapefruit gave me a simple and neat coil in the back, and I insisted on changing it to a more obvious woman's bun, and although she was puzzled, she did it anyway.

Look left and right behind me, how to see how dissatisfied.

"Princess, do you really want to do this, but it doesn't look as good as it did just now."

Green Grapefruit was full of questions, and reached out to play with it a few times, but no matter how she got it, this bun was the bun of a woman who had no skills, and it was still the ugliest and most obvious one.

I looked at the person in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, but I didn't explain, just said that it was good.

Green grapefruit looked at me even more suspiciously, looking back and forth, and finally reluctantly went out to pack up my things, and finally refused to let go of my hair.

Outside, it was getting dark.

The window creaked, and then there was no movement, as if the sound was just an illusion.

Suddenly there was another person behind me, and his breath was burning and he couldn't ignore it.

"Are you really going to go with him?"

The voice was low, as if he was deliberately suppressing emotions, and every word was hoarse as if it had been sharpened hundreds or thousands of times.

It was only a moment of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, he didn't bother to hide his whereabouts, and I didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

"Yes, I'm going back with him." I said.

The words were light, but the shoulders were tightly tightened, and the shoulders that his breath burned seemed to be rushing through quickly, spreading all over the body.

"The whole world is given away, and even if I give you this life, I can't catch up with his plan?"

"I was deep in thought, but he was honest with you?"

Pei Yousheng's voice was very low, and the suppressed emotions were rolling out, clasping me from behind, sticking very close, so close that it seemed that I had never been separated from him for a few years.

So close that it seems that all the hatred can be laughed over.

But that's just a trance.

The lights and candles in the room were extinguished by him just now, and now he can't see the emotions on his face, so he can only roughly use the moonlight to see a blur.

I could smell the familiar smell of him, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood, and before I could dig deeper, he bent down and looked down at me, almost holding me in his arms, and his tone was the kind of lowered that I had never heard before.

"Luan, be obedient, don't make trouble, come back."

It's very short, but his voice is very hoarse, with a thick emotion, hoarse and not like words, proud as he is, and now he is finally willing to lower his head, and he is willing to lower his body and plead for a result.

My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and the soft moonlight outside hit his forehead, and the high bridge of his nose softened the sharpness of his face, and made it a little less sharp.

"If you don't understand your anger, there are more solutions, and going back with him is the most undesirable way to go."

His hand was cold, and he took my hand and pressed it to his heart, and said nothing else.

My palm is close to his heart, and I can feel the constantly beating heart, calm and powerful, his hand is still cold like a cold snow, and the slightest temperature can't penetrate it.

"Luan, please."

His Adam's apple rolled a few times, but the words were unusually obscure.

"If you don't get angry, press it hard, this life should be yours."

"Such a simple truth, after so long, I understand the trade-off, everyone will be forgiven when they make mistakes, is it not only me?"

He looked down at me.

At first, the green grapefruit gave me a simple and neat coil in the back, and I insisted on changing it to a more obvious woman's bun, and although she was puzzled, she did it anyway.

Look left and right behind me, how to see how dissatisfied.

"Princess, do you really want to do this, but it doesn't look as good as it did just now."

Green Grapefruit was full of questions, and reached out to play with it a few times, but no matter how she got it, this bun was the bun of a woman who had no skills, and it was still the ugliest and most obvious one.

I looked at the person in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, but I didn't explain, just said that it was good.

Green grapefruit looked at me even more suspiciously, looking back and forth, and finally reluctantly went out to pack up my things, and finally refused to let go of my hair.

Outside, it was getting dark.

The window creaked, and then there was no movement, as if the sound was just an illusion.

Suddenly there was another person behind me, and his breath was burning and he couldn't ignore it.

"Are you really going to go with him?"

The voice was low, as if he was deliberately suppressing emotions, and every word was hoarse as if it had been sharpened hundreds or thousands of times.

It was only a moment of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, he didn't bother to hide his whereabouts, and I didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

"Yes, I'm going back with him." I said.

The words were light, but the shoulders were tightly tightened, and the shoulders that his breath burned seemed to be rushing through quickly, spreading all over the body.

"The whole world is given away, and even if I give you this life, I can't catch up with his plan?"

"I was deep in thought, but he was honest with you?"

Pei Yousheng's voice was very low, and the suppressed emotions were rolling out, clasping me from behind, sticking very close, so close that it seemed that I had never been separated from him for a few years.

So close that it seems that all the hatred can be laughed over.

But that's just a trance.

The lights and candles in the room were extinguished by him just now, and now he can't see the emotions on his face, so he can only roughly use the moonlight to see a blur.

I could smell the familiar smell of him, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood, and before I could dig deeper, he bent down and looked down at me, almost holding me in his arms, and his tone was the kind of lowered that I had never heard before.

"Luan, be obedient, don't make trouble, come back."

It's very short, but his voice is very hoarse, with a thick emotion, hoarse and not like words, proud as he is, and now he is finally willing to lower his head, and he is willing to lower his body and plead for a result.

My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and the soft moonlight outside hit his forehead, and the high bridge of his nose softened the sharpness of his face, and made it a little less sharp.

"If you don't understand your anger, there are more solutions, and going back with him is the most undesirable way to go."

His hand was cold, and he took my hand and pressed it to his heart, and said nothing else.

My palm is close to his heart, and I can feel the constantly beating heart, calm and powerful, his hand is still cold like a cold snow, and the slightest temperature can't penetrate it.

"Luan, please."

His Adam's apple rolled a few times, but the words were unusually obscure.

"If you don't get angry, press it hard, this life should be yours."

"Such a simple truth, after so long, I understand the trade-off, everyone will be forgiven when they make mistakes, is it not only me?"

He looked down at me.