The long posture is straight, and the gestures are invisibly exuding the noble elegance that belongs to this man, which is innate and engraved in the bones.

At this moment, he was quiet, Rong Ruo seemed to see a loneliness from his background, and suddenly, she remembered the pain that was fleeting and almost ungraspable, and her calm face cracked slightly, maybe she was not mistaken.

The silence was particularly oppressive in the night, the atmosphere condensed, and the blocked heart was also sullen.

Rong Ruo really couldn't stand still, leaning crookedly on a table next to him, playing with his fingers, thinking about saying something and breaking the silence.

Now that she and Mu Beichen are not even friends, they are even more full of resentment, it is impossible to say that they will feel distressed and sympathetic to this man. Many years later, she recalled this scene and wanted to travel back to the present and give this man a warm hug.

Now Rong Ruo feels even more sorry for herself, Mu Beichen is moody, and she doesn't follow common sense, she doesn't know what perverted tricks will be waiting for her later.

Escaping from King Jing's Mansion, this desire became stronger and stronger.

Just when Rong Ruo thought that Mu Beichen had turned into a sculpture, the man's cold and emotionless voice sounded: "She is my mother's concubine." ”

The surprise in Rong Ruo's eyes flashed, and then another kind of understanding was born, no wonder, when she saw the portrait, she felt that those eyes were so familiar, with a little ridicule and a little alienation, and a clear that penetrated people's hearts.

Rong Ruo wanted to ask a lot of questions, but in the end he just pursed his lips and praised: "She is very beautiful." ”

The heart was suddenly empty, then filled with sourness, and suddenly emptied again, Rong Ruo felt like a roller coaster.

"You are not allowed to enter that room again." Mu Beichen didn't look back, he couldn't see the expression on his face at this time, but Rong Ruo felt that his tone was even colder than usual.

Rong Ruo curled up his fingers and sighed slightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

This apology is indeed sincere, although she has no intention of offending anyone's privacy, it is her fault.

Mu Beichen turned around with a swish, his black eyes stared at Rong Ruo's face with a heavy face, his beautiful face was blue and white, his chin was still swollen and painful, and his red lips trembled slightly because of the cold, but those eyes, in the candlelight, were extremely bright, as if they had gathered the brightness of the whole spring.

Stretch out your fingers, and the fingertips are drawn all the way down from the center of the eyebrows, which is soft and smooth to the touch, and slightly cool.

Rong Ruo's face froze, and her eyes followed Mu Beichen's very clean slender fingers, and finally stopped at her delicate red lips that trembled slightly.

The crimson lips, not half of the rouge, naturally exude a seductive luster.

Mu Beichen moved extremely slowly to trace the shape of his lips, his pupils shrank, and his dark eyes were as deep as the boundless sky.

Rong Ruo is not shivering coldly now, and a tingle like electricity suddenly rushed into his back, just such a simple touch, Mu Beichen made it, always with an indescribable eroticism.

Just when Rong Ruo's heart was beating wildly and his body was stiff like himself, Mu Beichen suddenly withdrew his hand and stepped forward