In the singing and dancing, the staggered planning can be described as a harmonious scene of monarchs and ministers.

Dye got up and walked out of the main hall. As soon as he stepped out of the Nine Heavens Palace, a clear wind blew in his face, and he suddenly felt that the air was fresh, he took a deep breath, and continued to walk forward.

The corridor is like a belt, twists and turns, and a plain white walks slowly. With the woman's elegant steps, the wind seems to stop between the hems of the woman's clothes, moving and still, undulating and meandering.

When the woman stopped under a plum tree, she turned around and looked into the distance, and the Jiuxiao Hall had long been hidden among the pavilions and disappeared. Just as he was about to walk back, there was a sudden slight noise in front of him. Before the woman could turn around, her chin had been pinched fiercely.

Dyeing and painting was shocked, raised his eyes, a pair of deep narrow eyes suddenly came into view, it was a bright eye, but at the moment it was so cold that there was no temperature, the handsome face was covered with a layer of cold, and the thin lips were almost pursed into a straight line. The cold gaze was firmly fixed on the woman in front of him, and the force in his hand continued to increase.

What's wrong with him today, the warm big hands in the past are as cold as ice, just like his eyes at the moment. With the increasing force in his hand, a sharp pain suddenly came from his jaw, because of the pain, a layer of fine cold sweat gradually soaked out of the forehead, even so, the dye painting still did not change color, looking at the man's gaze, light and stubborn.

One hurts in the body, the other hurts in the heart, see who lowers the proud head first.

For a while, the two confronted each other like this, and neither of them gave in.

Unconsciously, a drop of cold sweat gently slid across the woman's Ruyu's face, and fell directly between the man's slender fingers, feeling the coolness between the fingers, the man's cold gaze slowly slid to the woman's Ruyu's face and slowly slid to his hand.

His eyes were slightly stunned, his deep narrow eyes flashed with a touch of distress, and his big hand suddenly let go of the woman's chin, and turned to caress the woman's jade-like little face.

Yu Yu said, "Why don't you struggle? As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, the man's deep voice was hoarse.

Dye Hua shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Is it useful to struggle?" ”

Hearing this, the man's eyes were slightly stunned, and he suddenly hugged the woman in front of him into his arms, and his arms continued to tighten. It was as if as soon as he let go, the person in his arms would disappear. buried his head in the woman's neck, smelling the faint fragrance from her, and then slowly knocked on the narrow eyes that hooked the soul.

The man's warm breath sprayed on her bare airborne skin, and the dye painting suddenly seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her body stiffened, staying in the man's warm arms, not daring to move.

After a long time, a man's deep voice came from the side of his neck: "Don't take it as an example." Compared to before, the man's voice was much softer, and even so, there was still an undoubted strength in his voice.

Dye Hua knew what he was talking about, at first she only thought he was jealous, but now, she doesn't think so. Bai Qiyue is a person who is moody and temperamental, and it can be said that there are very few things that can make him change color. Today, all his displeasure appeared on his face, which was enough to show that there must be something beyond his control. And this matter is related to her life and death.

Thinking about it like this, it is not fear that springs up in Dye Hua's heart, but a touch of sweetness that is so thick that it can't be dissolved. Holding the man's lean waist with both hands, the small face was closer to the man's warm chest, feeling the warmth from him, until it reached the deepest part of his heart.