This voice sounded in Fu Yue's ears, and she could even feel the other party's breath spraying on her neck, and the light breath carried a faint and cold fragrance.

Fu Yue's action about to turn over paused suddenly, maintaining his original posture motionless, his back tense and straight.

Madam?

What lady? Who is Madame?

And also.... What the hell is this person a human or a ghost?

One question mark after another popped up in Fu Yue's mind.

The big hand on her back didn't leave, slowly moving down her back until it grabbed her waist.

The temperature on the person behind him was extremely low, and his fingertips were as cold as ice, even if it was separated by a layer of fabric, it made people shiver.

It feels extremely weird.

Fu Yue gritted his teeth: "You let go, Dengzi." ”

She didn't dare to make a big move, for fear of making some noise and luring the two killers outside back.

The other man raised his eyebrows and let out a chuckle.

The sound is wonderful.

Just as Fu Yue was listening intently to the movement outside, she suddenly had an ominous premonition, and sure enough-

A slender hand clasped the back of her head, and the man's cold thin lips pressed down fiercely, leaving no room for it.

The two of them turned over in an instant.

Fu Yue's eyes widened, she subconsciously reached out to push, but in the dark, her wrist was grabbed by the other party with extreme precision, and the two hands were clasped together by him and raised to the top of her head.

Inside the pitch-black coffin, the momentum of saber-rattling spread in this small space, and the two looked at each other.

Fu Yue met a pair of black eyes with a faint smile, extremely beautiful.

……

Between the lips and teeth, there is also the faint cold fragrance of the other party's body.

Fu Yue saw the opportunity and bumped his elbow towards the man's chin.

Of course –

Stopped.

The man's large, slender hand gripped her arm, and a chuckle spilled over his thin lips.

"Without permission, I lighted up Madame."

I didn't apologize at all, but I heard a sense of pride in licking the sharp paws of a feline after it was satisfied.

Fu Yue grinded his teeth: "Who, yes, you, husband, people!" ”

She wants to hit someone!

The man curled his thin lips slightly, and did not refute her.

The other party let go of the hand holding her, supported the bottom of the coffin with one hand, and raised the other hand to push the lid of the coffin.

The closed lid of the coffin is pushed open.

The mourning hall is only lit with faint white candles, solemn, and in the middle of the night, it has a bit of an eerie and strange feeling, which makes people shudder.

After staying in the dark for a long time, Fu Yue couldn't help but squint his eyes and raise his hand to block the candlelight.

She rubbed her eyes.

The vision was slightly blurred, and Fu Yue saw clearly the appearance of the disciple who had just despised her.

Against all odds.

He was extremely handsome, his skin was very white, the kind of pale that had not seen the sun for a long time, the bridge of his nose was high and straight, and his lips were thin, probably because he had just received a kiss, and he was covered with a slight crimson of rouge, which was very seductive.

The man had sat up, staring at her with a pair of dark eyes, dim and smiling, and something else she couldn't understand.

After a while, Fu Yue squeezed out an embarrassed smile: "Your hobby is quite special." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at the dark coffin under her, and the meaning was obvious.

The big living people actually like to sleep in coffins.

The other party raised his eyebrows and replied very seriously.

"It's not a hobby."

"I'm waiting for Madame."

Fu Yue's eyelids jumped: "......"

This handsome is more than a designated neurotic, sleeping in a coffin and casually calling someone else's wife.

Looks so handsome.

It's a pity.