Su Qianmo's eyes rolled, and after thinking about it, let's find the herb first, recently I am developing a new potion that can make people intoxicated in dreams forever......

"It is rumored that the island will be more beautiful at night." Nangong Yehua smiled lightly, revealing a hint of tenderness in his tone.

Deep eyes stared at Su Qianmo, her slender and white hands caressed her hair, and the doting under her eyes deepened a little.

"Smack!"

Su Qianmo raised her hand and patted Nangong Yehua's hand away, she hated it when others touched her head the most, it felt like touching a pet dog, which was repulsive.

Su Qianmo glared at him: "Can you not touch my head!" "Enough is enough!

Nangong Yehua hooked the corners of her lips: "Why can't I touch your head?" I think it feels pretty good. ”

He found that as long as he looked at her, his heart seemed to be full, and when he couldn't see her, he always felt as if something was missing in his heart.

There is a feeling that it is indescribable and indescribable.

Su Qianmo's eyes flashed, "If someone touches your hair, are you going to chop off her hand?" ”

Nangong Yehua said casually: "That's nature. ”

He stopped, "If that person were you, the king would be more than willing to let you touch ......."

There was a hint of charm in his words.

When Su Qianmo heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Forget it, I'm not that interested." ”

This thing is not serious.

"It doesn't matter, the door of this king's heart will always be open for you."

"There's no need!" Su Qianmo decisively refused.

Nangong Yehua wondered why this woman always refused to accept him.

Could it be that his charm value has decreased, so it won't work in front of her?!

At this time, Nangong Yehua couldn't help but doubt his appearance.

Night falls.

The tender yellow moonlight is soft, falling into the water as if flowing with the water, and the wrinkles on the surface of the water are like a shimmering rippled fabric.

Su Qianmo sat on the lawn, quietly looking at Nangong Yehua's busy figure.

"I didn't expect His Royal Highness the King of Ling, who is high up, to make soup?"

The corners of his lips hooked, and a smile flashed that he hadn't even noticed.

It is rumored that His Royal Highness, who is ruthless and ruthless, also has a side close to the ground.

"I will do ......it very early," Nangong Yehua said in a deep voice as a ghostly light crossed his eyes.

Su Qianmo felt a hint of strangeness from his words.

Everyone has a story behind them.

Even if he is in a high position, he is no exception.

"Well, it's ready to eat."

Su Qianmo took the bowl of soup in a daze, and a trace of strangeness quickly flashed in his heart, and a sense of déjà vu surged into his heart.

Subconsciously frowned slightly.

She looked silently at the bowl of soup in her hand.

Fragmentary images flashed through my mind.

It was as if she had seen a man washing his hands and making soup for a woman.

The memory was too vague to see the man's face......

Whose memory is this?

Is it the original owner of this body?

Or hers?

This is not the first time this has happened.

At this moment, Su Qianmo felt that all this was becoming more and more confusing, and it was impossible to reason at all based on these fragmentary memories alone.

"Momo?"

Nangong Yehua stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

"What do you think?" So fascinating. ”

Could it be that he was moved? ……

But it doesn't look like it......

"It's nothing, it's just something that suddenly comes to mind."

Su Qianmo came back to his senses, returned to his previous indifference, and responded.

Nangong Yehua hooked the corners of her lips, and a complicated look crossed her eyes.