When Yin Wushuang walked step by step, the silver bell sounded crisply, making the two who were playing chess raise their heads and look at Yin Wushuang.

Visually speaking, the appearance of the identity of "Aslan" is indeed not good-looking, even ugly.

The bruised birthmark covered most of his face, and one of his eyes was completely under the birthmark, ghostly and terrifying.

But Yin Wushuang's indifferent and arrogant temperament neutralizes this ghost and adds a touch of mystery.

"In the past, 'Aslan' was inferior, and he did not hesitate to force him to die, begging his admirer to turn back." There was a hint of amazement in Zoe's eyes: "The current 'Aslan' is unique, and those birthmarks have become a symbol of her difference." ”

It's like painting on the human body, the bruised birthmark becomes "makeup" under Yin Wushuang's temperament, so as to ignore her birthmark and face her facial features.

Looking at it this way, Aslan is actually not ugly.

A person's self-confidence is different from a person's low self-esteem.

"It's beautiful." Jun Shang's evil eyebrows bent, the "scar" on his face softened, and his voice was magnetic: "If it weren't for this mask, it would be more beautiful." But ......"

His deep eyes moved downward, resting on Yin Wushuang's jade feet.

On the white ankles, there are small silver bells, silver and white intersect, and the hearts of those who look at it itch.

He stood up and strode over, picked up Yin Wushuang by the waist, let her feet leave the ground, and said in a low voice, "It's cold on the ground, be careful of getting cold." ”

In order not to be discovered by the Divine Master, there is no such thing as spiritual power to protect the body now, Yin Wushuang is no different from ordinary people.

It's still spring, and stepping on it barefoot is naturally cold and refreshing.

"Hmm." Yin Wushuang raised her head, and looked into a pair of deep ink pupils, and her familiar voice made her nod her head in a rare way, and took the initiative to wrap around his neck.

Yin Wushuang's figure is tall among women, but in front of the king's evil, he is still petite.

Jun Shangxie hugged her, as if holding a well-behaved cat, this "cat", and made a soft "meow".

This is Yin Wushuang's rare coquettish posture.

It is also the privilege of the evil one.

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On that side, the tenderness is like water, you and me, and on this side, Zoe's heart seems to have eaten a hundred flies.

Yin Wushuang's uniqueness in front of Jun Shangxie, and Jun Shangxie's tenderness in the face of Yin Wushuang, both made Zoe miss his wife.

For so many years, the last thing Zoe dared to think about was his wife.

He suddenly smiled, looked directly at the chess game in front of him, and said lightly: "Mr. Jun, it's not a good habit to lose your opponent in the middle of playing chess. ”

Hearing this, Jun Shangye hugged Yin Wushuang and walked to the table, he put Yin Wushuang on the side of the table, moved his chess pieces with the other hand, took the last step that Zoe didn't expect, and smiled slightly:

"Checkmate."

Yin Wushuang didn't understand chess, and lowered his head with curious eyes.

Zoe's hand stiffened, he boasted that his chess skills were not bad, but he ignored this dead move designed by Jun Shangxi.

Only then did he suddenly understand that the steps he had taken before the evil were not good enough in his opinion, and he was actually paving the way for this step.

This young Chinese man is terrible in his heart.

Zoe raised her head, and saw a smile in Jun Shang's evil eyes, looking at Yin Wushuang. And Yin Wushuang looked down at the chess game, not quite understanding.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you when you return to Huaxia." The king's evil voice was as gentle as ever.