The white skin was as smooth as porcelain, and the three thousand crows' hair was casually tied with silk ribbons, and the dark clothes wrapped the slender figure.

The sleeves are wrapped with red silk threads, arrogant and cold, but silent and introverted, just like the name Jun Wuyuan.

Su Duyan's slender fingers stroked the folds of his forehead, and his eyes glimpsed at the neckline slightly open, his fair skin soaked in thin sweat, shining with a clear broken light, seductively deep.

Su Duyan swallowed his saliva, his body was restless and boiling, and his fingers unconsciously went down the thin jaw......

A slippery touch came from your fingertips......

No way! Violently withdrew his hand, forbearance and restraint.

He is a patient now, what are you doing Su Duyan!

Covering the bedding for the person on the bed, Su Duyan left in a panic, feeling that he was too beastly!

The door frame, which had not been repaired for a long time, was carefully closed and made a sound.

The person lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, black as obsidian, and when he looked closely, he was mixed with a strange bright red.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and his slender and slender fingers swiped lightly, and the tears were in his fingers, a little bright.

Jun Wuyuan got up slowly, sent the tears to his mouth, and the curvature of his lips was unusual, "It turns out that your tears are bitter." ”

——

Rushing out of the house and blowing a cold wind for a long time, Su Duyan completely calmed down.

The broken hair hooked his unruliness, and Su Duyan looked at the prescription intently, and then frowned and revised it.

It wasn't until someone came to report that someone had asked to see him that he stepped out of the house.

The slender back of the nine-song cloister greeted the light, the eaves of the freshly rained eaves were dripping with water, and the air was mixed with the smell of fragrance.

"Childe."

Jiang Kuo leaned over slightly, making a salute, and the elegance of the white clothes was profound.

Su Duyan swept straight by, and then sat on the mahogany railing of the eaves casually, looking at the rain dripping from the eaves, and his voice was faint, "What is the hidden dark line." ”

This Mo Yiyu, if it weren't for the fact that he was Mo Erbao's little lover, he would have to beat him up, he looked personable, why was the plot so awesome!

"Jiang Kuo doesn't know what Gongzi said."

The young man in white looked embarrassed, he went down the mountain this time, he asked the young master to go back to the mountain of corpses, listening to this tone, it seemed that he was struggling.

The red-clothed body was stunned, and quickly jumped off the railing, looking back and forth at Mo Yiyu with a pair of eyes.

"Gong, Gongzi."

The figure was forced to retreat, Jiang Kuo's back was against the vermilion pillar behind him, and his eyes were panicked.

"Bang-"

Su Duyan propped his hands on both sides of Jiang Kuo, looked at the white and pure appearance of the person in front of him, and searched for memories in his mind.

Jiang Kuo was his father's apprentice.

Yo, I'm quite good at arranging my own identity.

Looking at this panicked and dazed look, does he really not know? Or is it that when you arrange the plane information, you eliminate your own identity memory?

With doubts, Su Duyan slowly leaned over Jiang Kuo, with a joke in his tone, "Over the years, I have become more and more handsome." ”

Fingers picked up Jiang Kuo's jaw, and his breath was frivolous, "You want me to go back to the Corpse Mountain?" ”

The young man in white nodded shyly.

Su Duyan sneered, and then leaned over to bring the two of them closer.

——

Jun Wuyuan sat in a pear blossom wood wheelchair, his inky black eyes reflecting the figures of the two people in front of him.

The red dress was dazzling and scorching.

In his most difficult time, it was the appearance of the red robe that dispelled all the compassion for him.

I shouldn't have restrained him!

The joints of the hands clenched the armrests, the green tendons were exposed, and the inky eyes were dyed bright red.

[Look, a thousand people and thousands of faces, he would rather pick a young man in white than look at you.] ］

No, it's not!

[How, as long as you let this prince out, he will be yours alone.] ］

I don't care about you!

Jun Wuyuan struggled a little, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled.