Youwei walked alone through the spacious house and stepped into the emperor's resting place.

She knew that the man in front of her could kill herself with the touch of a finger.

She also knew that she was not his beloved.

But she didn't have the slightest fear.

She has more important things to do than she is afraid.

Far away by the window, there is a dim lampshade, exuding a faint light.

Youwei slowly walked past the light and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

The bridge of his nose is high and straight, and his thick eyebrows are heroic.

His hand was stretched out of the covers.

It was a pair of general's hands.

Slender and powerful.

The flesh and bones are well-proportioned, and the joints are slightly raised.

The bedgown on his body was covered with pale golden dark patterns.

In the majestic atmosphere of Jin Ge Iron Horse and swallowing mountains and rivers, there is still a little elegance and elegance.

Her steps were very light and light, but they still alarmed Chai Cong in her sleep.

His eyes were closed, but they rolled slightly in his eyelids.

Years of experience in marching and fighting made him able to sleep peacefully before the collapse of Mount Tai, but the slightest sound in the silence could also make him sit up immediately.

He opened his eyes sharply, and with lightning speed his hand pulled out a short blade hidden under the pillow mat and stabbed straight at Youwei.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he already saw who the person in front of him was.

The tip of the knife stopped abruptly in front of Youwei's snow-white slender neck.

"Yong'an? Why are you here? He was amazed and delighted.

His eyes suddenly flashed with a starry and moon-like look.

Youwei smiled slightly, but did not speak.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

The bright and feminine beauty is no longer to be seen.

Chai Cong retracted the short blade into its sheath.

"But it's hard to sleep when you change places?" His voice has never been so gentle and delicate, and there seems to be countless warmth and light in it.

It's like the afterglow of the sun on a spring evening.

It's so warm and shrouded over people's bodies.

It's not as eager as before, but it's shining into people's hearts little by little.

Youwei looked down and chuckled, then nodded again.

Chai Cong straightened up and slowly approached her, so that her weak and boneless shoulders could lean on in his arms.

Youwei didn't dodge, but was obedient.

His heart was stirred, and then he stretched out, feeling more steady and peaceful than he had ever felt before.

"I'll be with you like this every day from now on, okay?" She spoke suddenly.

Her thin and petite body leaned into his broad arms, like a tired bird returning to its nest and a leaf returning to its roots.

His chin rested against her hair, and the fragrance reminded people of Sanqiu Guizi and Ten Miles of Lotus.

"Yes, of course. From now on, nothing can hold us back. Chai Cong said cautiously, the voice slowly flowing down her hair.

He was afraid of disturbing her and losing her again.

She broke free from his arms slightly, tilted her head, and looked at him.

He felt that her eyes were shining like stars.

Her complexion was pink, like the only light that appeared in Hongmeng's many muddy lives.

It is so beautiful and warm, like the best mutton fat white jade.

The people of Peiyu always believe that jade is alive.

Even if it has been in the hands of others, as long as the day and night are opposite, the skin is close to each other, and the ears and temples are grinding, the jade can regain its blood and breath, like returning to the years when it was in a hurry.

The beautiful lips on her face were like blood in jade.

A warm and colorful flower, just like the joy that swelled up in his heart at this moment.

And the pale red lips were like a fiery red thread running through his chest.

that he may pass from life to death, and from death to life.

He didn't have time to swing between enlightenment and love like people all over the world.

At this moment, it seems as if all words are superfluous.

In the enigmatic silence, he leaned over slowly, pausing slightly, as if choking.

So slowly, affectionately but restrained.

The flames in his chest nearly broke the red thread.

And in the end, he still touched her gently.

In an instant, the floating light flashed, the colorful clouds chased the moon, and the light of the stars in the sky flowed to the world.

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