I don't know where to start, Madame is surrounded by more and more handsome men.

Although it is also the same in the Protectorate Mansion, however, they are in name only, except for Brother Nangong, Mrs. has spent more time with him than anyone else.

Even when his wife entered the palace later, he was still by his side during the day, and his wife told him stories, taught him magical martial arts, and shared with him the food brought by Brother Shanshan.

Now, he could no longer get close to Madame. By Madame's side, every day is her husband, a real husband.

How long has it been since he has taken Madame's arm and laughed with her?

He understands, he actually understands, understands that Mrs. belongs to her husband. Mrs. is not his peerless old lady, you can completely only have a back string, open up (2) pamper him alone, and now Mrs. still lets him do everything, but the intimate relationship is gone.

He began to challenge the masters, because in that way, he could leave Shu Yuan and forget about the boredom of having his wife by his side.

Madame is in the mirror room today. Hou Xianfeng's eyes widened, and he was a little happy, and the mirror was also in name only. That means he can go play with his wife tonight.

Hou Xian happily walked towards the mirror heart building, and the winter snow fell from the sky, melting into the air before it could touch his body.

His high collar and crimson pile wrapped around his neck, and the ornament of that tooth swayed on his chest as he ran.

Because he hadn't been discharged from the hospital for a long time, his complexion began to turn as white and tender as the twilight snow.

At the time of admission. I heard the lady reprimand first: "Mirror." You can't show Jiu'er any more **! ”

"Madame is worried." The sound of the mirror is always so unhurried.

The back chord is gently approaching. Even in order not to be discovered by the lady. And remove the internal force of the cold land. Snowflakes covered his body with impunity.

The lights in the house are flickering. Winter nights are cold. There is no gap in the window, open the door (2). The back chord hesitated. Or poke the paper window. I saw the mirror lying on the bed. Silver hair draped. Shake the fan slowly.

The back chord doesn't understand. Why does the mirror fan in winter? The things that people do are also mysterious.

What about Madame? The back chord searched for the figure of the lady. But he saw his wife rubbing her hands. Ha huffed and walked to the bed. Then the mirror naturally lifted the quilt. Madame slipped into it at once. I enjoyed snuggling up to the mirror: "Mirror." You're so warm. ”

"It is the duty of the mirror to warm the bed for the lady."

Rear chords were dumbfounded, when? The mirror turned out to be the real husband of the lady?

Memories bring Hou Xian back to that morning, and several of them stood in front of Jing's room, hoping that Jing could get the care of his wife, and at the beginning, he was still happy for Jing, because he thought that the care that Jing wanted was just like the kind that Mrs. had for him, laughing happily and getting along happily.

But he was wrong...... This feeling is completely different. He understands, he actually understands, this kind of love between men and women.

Snowflakes covered the back string's shirt, seeped into his neck, turned into cold water, and slid down his skin. A layer of goosebumps arose on his body, and a cold that he had never felt before came out of his heart.

It's really unpleasant.

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