I can't tell what it's like, I just feel bitter in my heart, but I can't say anything, and I can't say it.

Zhan Yue's body did not move, his eyes looked at Anya leaning on his arms meaningfully, and he didn't hug her, but he didn't push her away.

Just looked at her deeply, with a sense of scrutiny.

didn't hear Zhan Yue speak, Anya, who was crying miserably in his arms, also felt that something was wrong, crying so much that her body twitched, raised her head to look at Zhan Yue, but saw an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was looking at her, not talking, not knowing what he was thinking.

Anya's heart chuckled, and she suddenly felt that the secret carefully hidden in her heart seemed to be seen clearly, but Zhan Yue didn't speak, and she couldn't figure out what he was thinking at this moment, so naturally she wouldn't jump out and admit it.

His eyes flashed quickly a few times, and he immediately looked at Zhan Yue pitifully and said, "Master, are you tired of the slave family?" ”

Before, he wouldn't have looked at her so meaningfully, those cool peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to see through her body.

It made her feel a chill down her spine, an indescribable cold.

Zhan Yue laughed slowly, reached out to put his arm around her shoulder, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile: "Anya is so lovely, it's too late for this king to hurt you, how can it be that he is tired of you?" ”

The man's voice was very cheerful and ambiguous.

When Anya heard this, her eyes immediately brightened, leaned into his arms, and asked steadily, "Master, is it really?" ”

"Naturally, yes."

Zhan Yue replied very affirmatively, without the slightest hesitation, the corners of his mouth cracked slightly, and an inscrutable smile spread out from the corners of his mouth.

It looks a little more evil, which makes this man look even more exciting.

Anya burst into tears and laughed, holding his waist and falling into his arms, wishing that she would not be able to get up from his arms.

The men and women on the high seat were like no one talking about love, and they regarded the red mercy kneeling under the hall as empty air.

The love words between men and women on the high seat lingered, and His Royal Highness, the sea of tears flooded the cangtian.

Hong Lian only felt that her eyes had become hazy, and she couldn't see the floor in front of her with her head down, and the man's love words to Anya on the high seat still echoed in her ears, making her almost heartbroken.

But he didn't see the complicated and struggling eyes of the man on the high seat in the gap she couldn't see, it wasn't that he was cruel and ruthless, but he hoped that she could finally understand that he was not her lover.

She is such a good woman, she deserves better happiness.

Instead of accompanying him to be buried in this struggle for imperial power.

Anya on the high seat couldn't hold it anymore, and wrapped around Zhan Yue's body like a water snake, and her slender arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to his body, and then pressed him against the tuanmat.

The candlelight flickered and flickered, and the tears of Red Mercy fell at the last moment.

turned around and walked out of the palace, not daring to turn his head back.

In the luxurious hall, the man pushed Anya away from his body, and pushed her away ruthlessly, ignoring the woman, who was full of tenderness and entanglement.

Anya was pushed away and fell to the ground, not knowing what was happening, and looked at Zhan Yue in confusion.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The woman called him softly, and her eyes could turn into water, but there was indeed a fire burning in her body, and she was a natural woman, a woman who pleases men in bed, so she was always easily emotional.