Yan Shu spoke, everyone didn't dare to disobey, and immediately responded respectfully, bowed and walked out lightly.

The door snapped shut behind him, his narrow phoenix eyes moved slightly, his footsteps lifted, and he walked in the direction of the bed where Ye Xinci was sleeping.

The scented curtain obstructed his vision, making it impossible to see what was behind the curtain.

Lifting the tent, the woman with a delicate face breathed slowly, dressed in a bean paste-colored undershirt, covered with a silk quilt to her lower abdomen, and her two hands as white as jade were folded, looking very quiet.

There was nothing in the room except for the sound of her gentle breathing.

His eyes flashed, and he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, casually examining her features. After a closer look, I realized that Ye Xinci's facial features actually had a free and easy heroic spirit, but that free and easy was forcibly consumed by her arrogant and ruthless character. But in this lonely ghost named Ah Kui, he was shown to the extreme.

The uninhibited and uninhibited style are intertwined, forming an ultimate charm and a peerless romantic attitude.

Time passed minute by minute, the hourglass in the corner of the wall did not pause, Yan Shu felt that his feet were almost numb, but he refused to get up and move, soothing the stiff veins. He didn't even notice it in his palm, his lips pursed white, believing that she would wake up again in Ye Xinci's body The heart began to waver.

He wasn't confident anymore, he didn't even know if she would ever show up again.

It's all unknowns—

It's late at night, and the grass and insects chirp outside the window, and the sound of the breeze crossing the bamboo leaves becomes very clear at this moment.

Even he didn't know where that glimmer of anticipation came from, and he didn't even know why he, who should have gone to bed a long time ago, insisted on going his own way, and came to the dormitory in the middle of the night, which he should nominally call his mother, and stubbornly stared at her face like a terminally ill madman.

Waiting for her to slowly open her eyes in the next second, she squinted at her carelessly with her misty eyes, with a graceful posture.

But she didn't open her eyes again.

His heart sank little by little, and when the coolness of the night slowly penetrated from the corner of the wall into the hall, Yan Shu's body became cold.

He sat stubbornly, like a finely carved stone, without flesh and blood, and did not know whether it was warm or cold. He must wait, the dream that has haunted him for decades has not yet come to a conclusion, how can he be willing?

Su Kui felt as if she was being pressed against a stone weighing a thousand catties, suppressed along with her soul. Let her be trapped in this body, unable to escape, but also unable to control.

You can only share your body with someone whose soul should have been taken away as a bargaining chip.

There seemed to be a burning gaze staring at her on her face, Su Kui's closed eyes moved, and she snorted unconsciously from her nasal cavity, and lifted her thick black and slender eyelashes with difficulty.

Seeing Yan Shu staring at her with burning eyes, her already awake brain was instantly in a state of panic, and she couldn't hide her surprise and stared at him with wide eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You?" How are you in the ...... "In Cining Palace?!"

She sat up with her arm propped up on the bed, opened the tent and probed out, and saw that although the furnishings had changed, the general decoration pattern could still see that the place where she was still in Cining Palace.

So the question is, Yan Shuhe, why did he come again?

still stared at her, so that when she woke up, a human face appeared above her head, and she was instantly frightened.

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