The voice fell, and naturally no one answered.

In this way, it seems that the person is even more lonely.

The man looked out the window, and the scenery was excellent, but there was no one to enjoy it...

He turned around and walked into the room, took off the heavy black clothes wrapped outside, and his long and thin figure was instantly revealed, but the temperament and outfit of the whole body seemed incompatible with this era.

The man was wearing a pale cyan robe, his long sleeves were blown by the wind, his long dark hair was casually draped behind his head, and a few strands of soft green silk were attached to his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked to look gentle.

But how much is this gentleness true?

Only he knows...

The man reached out and picked up the jade flute on the sandalwood table, but when he turned around, his eyes stayed on the mural on the wall, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The painting depicts a beautiful woman, but this beauty is not a weak beauty, it is an arrogant and heart-wrenching beauty, the woman is wearing a red dress and a long skirt lined with a slender figure, her eyes are like water, but she is faintly cold, her fingers are slender, and her skin is like clotted fat.

Fu Zichen looked at the mural in silence.

After a long time, he chuckled lowly.

"Li'er..."

Whispered his untired name.

The gentle voice is indulgent.

But the mural is dead after all...

He didn't get any response.

Fu Zichen was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

"You have no words, in this life..."

"I won't lose to you again."

The warm and deep voice echoed in the antique room, and the wind outside the window blew the slightly thin figure, which made people feel distressed.

……

In the early morning, a few beams of light shine into the windows, illuminating the dark-toned room.

On the bed, Feng Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes, and the light jumped into her field of vision wantonly, causing her to squint.

She got up and got out of bed, and the hair on the top of her head was a little curl when she just woke up, which added a little cuteness to her.

Then such a scene came into her eyes: the handsome man was lying on his side on the wide black sofa, his eyes were closed, he did not have the usual sense of deadly danger as cold as frost when he slept, the shadow cast by the thick eyelashes was intoxicating, the eyebrows and eyes had a soft color that was not usually there, the angular face looked quiet and mysterious at this time, obviously he slept well last night, the black pajamas lined his already long and powerful figure, and his straight legs were comparable to those of contemporary male models.

"Xiao Yanzi is really defenseless..."

Feng Li's thin lips opened slightly, and his fingers deftly wrapped around the top of Lin Yan's head, and he grabbed a few soft curly black hairs with a very light movement.

As soon as her hand touched the man's hair, the other man's big hand grabbed her arm at once.

Feng Li raised his eyebrows, and then saw the man on the sofa open his eyes faintly, and those inky cold eyes were filled with unusual cold indifference in an instant.

The icy aura swept over quickly.

The young man's momentum did not show weakness, and he stared at him with his eyes down.

It's just that when the two looked at each other, Lin Yan was obviously stunned, and then let go of her hand.

Feng Li shook off the painful hand that was pinched by the other party, but he didn't pay much attention to the unpleasant episode just now, "Are you angry to get up?" ”

Xiao Yanzi's reflex nerve is so sensitive?

Lin Yan sat up from the sofa with his arms propped up, reached out and rubbed the fluffy and wild black hair on the top of his head, pursed his thin lips, and opened his mouth for a long time:

"Nope." A short monophonetic word.

Because he had just woken up, Lin Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and the low magnetic voice was unexpectedly good.

"Tsk." Feng Li squinted at him.