Fengqi Palace

After Shen Yueji came back from Mink Yang Palace, she began to lie on the bed and fall asleep.

During this period, Shuangxi called a few times, she was hazy, seemed to be awake, and ignored it.

In the end, Shuangxi had no choice but to give up and let her sleep.

In the second half of the night, after a day of sleep, Shen Yueji was finally woken up by hunger in her stomach.

She put her hand on the corner of the bed, opened her hazy vision, and got up from the bed.

Night.

There are no palm lamps in the temple.

It's pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

The touch on her hand was wrong, so that she was full of excitement, as the hand slowly touched upward, the familiar temperature, the familiar breath, I don't know why, just like the predecessor of herself, woke up on the second day, the horror she held, panicked.

The night is dark.

She couldn't see the man's face, she could only confirm from his muscular body, cold body, that it was a man.

And a man he knows very well.

She put her hand on the man's chest and stopped groping, but her body suddenly shook hard, her eyes were red, and the infinite fear that suddenly poured in seemed to make her return to her former body.

A thin light flashed through the man's slender fingertips.

In a short time, the lamp was turned on in the palm of his hand, and everything in the hall was illuminated.

Shen Yueji saw the man's face clearly, as usual, handsome and clear, incomparable.

Thousands of words can't describe one-tenth of his handsome appearance.

Her eyes were red, her thin body trembled slightly, and her hands were still on his chest.

A pair of eyes of infinite pain are like a helpless bird with broken wings.

"Mo... Mo Wuxian...."

The woman's frightened little expression was not the same face, but it was the same look and panic, which made the man's heart throb.

He just wanted to confirm one thing, but he didn't expect to hurt her invisibly because he wanted to confirm.

He knew that it was his own fault that made her so afraid.

With a gloomy face, he rolled out of bed and strode out of the hall until his figure disappeared.

His mind was full of the woman's panicked expression, with hatred and anger.

The wound on his hand was torn, blood was pouring out, he felt no pain, and he stood alone in front of the window, letting the cold wind blow across his icy face.

It's her—

He confirmed.

In this world, no one knows her better than him.

He should have found out earlier.

She's really back.

The big hand was tightened, and his eyes condensed a lot of complex things, once they were pierced, they would be overwhelmed.

She didn't speak, but who would be as thorough as she was.

It was a second helplessness after experiencing it once, like an unhealed wound on the heart, sprinkled with a handful of salt.

...

I don't know how long I stood outside, and when Mo Wuxian turned around and entered the inner hall again.

The woman had already dressed and got up from the bed and sat down on the chaise longue in a dignified manner.

Her lips moved when she saw him come in.

There is a strong pretense of composure after the gaffe: "The wine that the regent drank during the day, is it not awake yet?" Take the bed in Fengqi Palace as the bed in Mink Yang Palace? ”

Mo Wuxian was silent, walked to the round chair opposite her, and sat down.

Shen Yueji's heart fluctuated, and it was false to say that she was not angry.

What does this man mean exactly? In the middle of the night, not to mention the middle of the night, she woke up, it was pitch black, and she touched a cold thing, not to mention what she had experienced before.

In the middle of the night, can you scare people to death?