Lin Moran stared at Zuo Jingning's rapid movement, trying to control his urge to rush out and grab her and return to him, but when he saw Zuo Jingning's figure approaching the room, he finally couldn't help it, regardless of the surprise of the people around him, he got up and rushed to the dark red room that seemed to be silent.

Or the housekeeper Yidie was the first to react to what the general was going to do, and ran over to stop the general, because of the rules of the Dream Weaving Garden, you are not allowed to break into the room of someone else without the consent of the owner of the room, even if the king is not able to do it today, unless the head of the Dream Weaving Garden orders it, it can, now that the head is not there, see that General Lin is planning to risk his life to break the rules. "General Lin, today's booth will start performing soon, please take a seat." The smile on Yidie's face disappeared, and she reminded with a serious face.

Lin Moran was a step away, only to see Zuo Jingning's fingertips swinging slightly when he drew the curtain, and suddenly returned to calm again, as if swallowed by the blood-red curtain.

Jing Ning's whole person was hugged from behind by a pair of powerful arms, and the person behind her clamped Jing Ning with only one left hand, making her unable to move, and then strengthened this restraint with her right arm, and covered her mouth with her right hand, Jing Ning was frightened by the embrace behind her, and tears flowed uncontrollably, and when she reacted and wanted to struggle hard, she couldn't move.

This curtain that looks crimson on the outside, but it looks like transparent inside, she can clearly see the scene outside, and that's how she watched the general rush towards her, and was stopped by Yidie's small figure at a glance, and even the general's annoyed face could be seen in the eyes blurred by tears, but at such a distance, the general couldn't feel her horror at all, and quietly pleaded in her heart: "Mo Ran, help me." ”

It was indeed a burst of barely audible distractions.

"Is that you?" The person behind him spoke with a strong smell of wine, and Jing Ning shook his head hard, indicating that the person behind him recognized the wrong person.

"Then you, why are you so similar to him, I've been watching you here for a long time." The man still said this lazily, he didn't believe Jing Ning's words, it turned out that Jing Ning's gaze that he had just realized was not from the general, but from this person.

Jing Ning shook her head harder, and denied it with all her might, but the man's hand tightened her arms, and Jing Ning was a little painful in the bundle, and she felt that one of the hands trapped in her was moving upward, as slow as he spoke, and when she understood what this hand was doing, Jing Ning's whole heart rose to her throat, and she struggled with her last strength to try to stop the movement of his arms and hands, but to no avail.

"You're really not Yan Han, you're a woman." Jing Ning struggled resentfully, and the man didn't hide the disappointment in his tone.

"Light the lamp and tie her to her sleeping side so I can see her clearly." The man didn't know who he was telling him, and as soon as he finished speaking, his vision lit up, and Jing Ning was so stabbed by the light that she couldn't open her eyes, and she had been dragged and tied to the bed.

"Lighter." The lazy voice, the voice approached Jing Ning's ears, her eyes finally adjusted to the light, and she saw her current situation clearly, a bewitching man, half-dressed and lying beside her and half leaning on this big bed, and her hands were tied to the head of the bed, and the real person was fixed next to this man.

The man's voice is always weak, and the gaze of those phoenix eyes always stays on Jing Ning's face, his eyes are mixed with surprise, joy of trying to restrain himself, and a kind of happiness that has been lost and regained, with mixed tastes.