Wan Yanhuan stumbled to the room, tears wetting her entire face.

The voices lingered in her ears, lingering, repeating over and over again.

She locked the door, turned on the light with her fingers, raised her arm and wiped her eyes vigorously, and sat down at the dresser to look at her face.

Her pale face gradually blurred in the mirror, and a few seconds later, a face with heavy makeup and charm appeared.

The lip flaps are bright red, the cheeks are thin red, and the tail of the eyes is more pink.

Wan Yanhuan clenched her fingers and touched the mirror in a daze.

She was about to forget that she had such a nightmare side too.

……

"Huanhuan...... Huanhuan ......"

"Today, Amuna is coming to propose! You don't want to dress up, huh? Senior sister help you! Oh yes, let's go to Master, Master has a lot of beautiful clothes, hehe......"

"Hmm, how can Huanhuan be so good-looking! Ahhh ”

The light red tulle dress covered the girl's graceful figure, and the girl shyly walked towards the young man, raised her soft and white hand, and was about to put it into the young man's fair palm......

"Huanhuan, this time it's just Nacai, one day, I will marry you as my lady."

He hooked the corners of his lips in high spirits, and wrapped her in his arms, with uncontrollable happiness and pride between his eyebrows. His eyes were affectionate, his face was handsome, and his clean and gentle temperament made her heart pound.

He gently clasped her smooth chin, looked at her for a few seconds, chuckled, and kissed her with his eyes down. The kiss almost swallowed her in the belly.

……

The bright red light veil was raised slightly, and the golden bell made a crisp sound. The bright red bed was sprinkled with delicate rose petals, and a woman sat next to the bed, wearing a phoenix crown on her head, and a bright red hijab covering her beautiful and compelling face.

The tall man in red was heroic, and he slowly approached the woman without lifting the red hijab.

He leaned over slowly, pressed the woman's slender shoulders, and through the red hijab, he moved very slowly to print her red lips.

"Ah Huan ......"

"From this day on, you are mine......"

The man's eyes shone with a strange light, and the corners of his bright red lips were slightly hooked to one side.

Inside the red hijab, the woman's eyelashes, which were as thin as cicada wings, trembled twice, and a tear swept from the end of her eyes.

……

The tears in Wan Yanhuan's eyes fell on the glass table, and her face in the mirror was clean and fresh, not as glamorous as the original heavy makeup.

She sneered and slapped herself hard.

The force was so great that a reddish fingerprint immediately appeared on the left cheek.

"Wan Yanhuan, what's the use of your tears? If you hate it so much, it proves to everyone that you are capable! Let them gnash their teeth at you and have to laugh at you! ”

Wan Yanhuan stiffened, the man with a long figure approached, ruffled her hair, pulled her chin and forced her to look in the mirror, Fu Junmo's face was stern, her tone was extremely serious, the fingerprints on her face stung him, but he couldn't bear it without showing the slightest distress.

"Did you slap yourself awake?!"

He took the key and opened the door with a very light movement, and as soon as he saw her, he saw that she was slapping himself.

At that moment, his heart ached to death, but he endured it, he knew that if he didn't talk to her about it, she would be trapped in this vortex forever.

Wan Yan Huan clenched her fingers, and a strong hatred burst out from her pale golden pupils, which made Fu Junmo frightened.

"I hate them."

Her red lips twitched, and the four words almost squeezed out of her teeth.

"Hate like hell."

Fu Junmo was silent for a moment, and then laughed very softly for a while, picking a few points in his seductive peach blossom eyes. He let go of Yan Huan's chin, put his fair and slender fingers on her waist, slightly possessed, kissed her white and slender neck, and went down, in a very light tone: "Huanhuan, you hate them so much that you want to kill them?" ”

Wan Yanhuan's clenched fingers pinched the flesh harder, and she seemed to see her pupils smudged with a touch of blood, and the whole person was bewitching. Fu Junmo behind him seemed to have changed his state, becoming evil and crazy.

His thin cherry pink lips lingered in her shoulder socket, Wan Yanhuan couldn't help but tremble, moved her body, her mind could no longer concentrate, and her hatred had subsided a lot because of her half-heartedness.

"Amo...... You, you calm down......"

Fu Junmo took a deep breath, straightened up and looked at Wan Yanhuan in the mirror, her slightly cool fingertips rubbing against her collarbone.

"Answer me. Do you want to kill them? ”

Wan Yan Huan was in a trance.

“…… Be. ”

They forced her, they turned her into such a perfect beauty!

"What if they were killed in the Northern Dynasty? Do you still have such crazy hatred and resentment in your heart? ”

He hooked a strand of her hair around her fingers and played with it, asking seemingly nonchalantly.

Wan Yan laughed and sat back on the dressing chair, her hair was long, and she was not pulled when she sat down.

"They have Lin Yuebai, how can they die?"

Fu Junmo raised his head meaninglessly and looked at Wan Yanhuan in the mirror.

Wan Yanhuan stiffened, her pupils shrank, and after a few seconds, she pursed her lips, her eyes flickered.

Fu Junmo's heart tightened, grabbed Yan Huan's shoulder, and his voice was a little louder, a little eager and panicked: "Huanhuan-you won't be afraid of me?!" ”

Wan Yanhuan bit her delicate lip, leaned back softly on the chair, and raised her cold white arm, Fu Junmo raised her hand first and rubbed her temples with moderate force, with a touch of careful flattery and apprehension.

Wan Yanhuan was unconsciously funny, and she also felt distressed for her Amo.

Ah Mo is obviously angry for her. I'm still worried about whether she'll develop a fear of him.

Wan Yanhuan pulled up her lips, looked at the mirror, and showed a good-looking smile on her face: "How is it possible, Amo, you are so stupid." ”

“…… Right. Fu Junmo gritted his teeth slightly, his eyes suddenly burned, "I'll be worried about everything related to you!" ”

"All these things are done to make you happy...... If you're scared of me because of these things......"

"I'm going to go crazy."

He stared at Wan Yan Huan's eyes seriously and deeply, Wan Yan Huan breathed tightly, said goodbye to his face, twisted back, raised his chin and turned his face left and right, a little distressed: "Woo...... I knew I wouldn't beat myself...... It hurts! ”

As soon as he mentioned this, Fu Junmo glared at her hatefully, and threatened fiercely: "Next time you dare to do this, I will let you do your duty as a wife!" ”

"Wow no!"

Fu Junmo let go of Wan Yan Huan, got up and walked towards the door, Wan Yan Huan shouted to stop him.

"Huh...... Where are you going? ”

"Go downstairs to the living room and get the medicine!"

"Oh......"

Wan Yan Huan put her mind at ease and looked at herself in the mirror.

After a while, she lowered her eyes and smiled.