"It smells so good." Hua Wan sucked her nose comfortably, and her little face rubbed closer to the direction of the burning warmth:

The fragrance is faint, and inexplicably reassuring.

Hua Wan's restless little hand scratched it, as if touching a cold corner of her clothes.

Magnolia! Hua Wan frowned in her sleep. A unique smell on that person's body?

Hua Wan in her sleep, her frowning eyebrows and eyes are getting more and more wrinkled-

Is he coming?

The guy who sneaked into the room to bandage her wounds? The man in the cave of the barren mountain who fought with her to the death!

Young Master of Yunshan? Or the King of Coolness......

She's going to wake up! In her subconscious, Hua Wan struggled to force herself to wake up.

She wanted to see this man again.

For a few days and nights in the barren mountains, she will never forget his tough and bewitching handsome face.

She wanted to know if he was the young master of Yunshan that she had guessed. Even, he is not ...... Ryo King?

Don't go! Wait a minute.

Hua Wan seemed to sense the hot area where her cheek was attached just now, and was slowly withdrawing away.

Can't go! Who are you?

Hua Wan shook her head hard, as if she was in a dream, and it was difficult to wake up completely.

Slippery! A strange touch suddenly hit her heart, and Hua Wan's wrinkled eyebrows and eyes wrinkled even deeper-

He was kissing her the lips. Tough and domineering in plunder, and a trace of blame in the erosion of bones.

Was he blaming her?

But what did he blame her?

Wake up...... Wake up, Hua Wan struggled in her heart.

Jingle several wind chimes trembled, and the night breeze mixed with cold and broke through the window.

The cold of the night is so cold that Hua Wan is excited.

Call! Hua Wan finally struggled to sit up, swaying her body and slowly sobering up from the soft couch. The beautiful eyes looked at the empty palm, and the posture remained unchanged, as if she was still holding the corner of his clothes before he left.

He's coming? Hua Wan looked at the empty room, which felt like her own hallucination.

"Magnolia?" Hua Wan closed her eyes and inhaled hard, the aroma in the room:

The smell is still there, faintly lingering.

He's been here! He must have been here. Hua Wan lowered her eyes, slowly raised her index finger and touched her lips, the burning swelling had not faded, and his residual warmth was still unfinished.

Bell bell bell ......

With the invasion of the night wind, the wind chimes hanging on the window lattice once again made a pleasant sound.

Hua Wan stood up, walked to the window, and reached out to stroke the trembling wind chimes.

Before nightfall, she fell asleep so tired that she forgot to close the window.

But the open window at this time was obviously panicked.

He...... It should have been rolled out of the window? Hua Wan bit her red and swollen lip slightly, and her heart was abnormally numb.

How can his kiss be so ...... Stir her heart.

The moonlight was cold, and Hua Wan reached out to the green silk in her ear. Beautiful eyes look at the silent and empty long street under the window -

He must have left.

Ah sneeze, Hua Wan was shivering from the cold.

It's late at night, and it's still early in the morning.

Hua Wan straightened out the mess at the neckline of her shirt, closed the window, turned around and returned to the soft collapse, and gradually fell into the sweetness.

Under the window, a dark mottled corner.

A long and handsome figure looked extremely lonely in the moonlight.

"Heh......" Mu Han laughed at himself and sighed softly.

"Young master, shall we?" The thorns lowered their eyes, daring to look only at the ground.

In the middle of the night, I turned through people's windows. The young master of his family is becoming more and more disgraceful.

Now this is, kicked out!?

Fat gall? Mang's heart was terrified, he dared to secretly speculate about his master?

It's really made! Times!

"Let's go back to the camp, or go to the weak water Tongyuan, or?" Mangspur tentatively asked again, humbly.

Mu Han withdrew his phoenix eyes and did not speak. His eyes swept over the thorns coldly, and then he walked slowly out of the shadows with shallow steps.

The long street is empty, and the moonlight is cold.

Mu Han walked silently on the long street, and the moon-white brocade robe was reflected in the cold moonlight, which made his whole person look a little colder.