It was a cold body, but at this moment, it miraculously gradually warmed up.

And the pale and bloodless cheeks are also slowly recovering their redness at this moment, and they are slowly regaining their vitality.

And the breath of life on the woman in white who has long passed away is also slowly returning.

Jun Moye was the first to notice Mu Hanyue's changes, a touch of surprise flashed in her purple eyes, she picked up Mu Hanyue's hand and held it in her palm, feeling the temperature from her body, as well as the breath of life that quickly returned, a heart that died with her slowly gained temperature and became warm.

The cold face is still beautiful, the cheeks have returned to their previous fair and ruddy appearance, the blood color is slowly recovering, and everything is changing.

The long, curly eyelashes are as charming as two small brushes, covering those beautiful eyes. The chest, which did not have the slightest fluctuation and fluctuation, moved at this moment, and there was a shallow breathing sound between the snorts, very shallow, very shallow, but Jun Moye and Emperor Luochen were such keen people that they both discovered this change.

The dark space had dissipated at some point, and the golden light shone on Mu Hanyue's body through the thick clouds, giving her warmth.

The woman's fingers moved, Jun Moye held her hand, her ten fingers clasped tightly, and her voice was very gentle: "Xiao Yue'er.."

It seems that it is superfluous to say anything other than these three words nowadays.

The woman's long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and she let out an uncomfortable sigh in her mouth, and her eyes slowly opened. Before she could see anything clearly, her body had fallen into a warm chest, and the man's long and powerful hands tightly hugged the slender waist, buried his head in her neck, and sprayed warm breath in the woman's ear: "Xiao Yue'er.."

Such three words that are not gorgeous, there are no long words, there is no confiding, but simply evoke the title.

Feeling the slight tremor on the man's body, Mu Hanyue's heart suddenly hurt. The previous events hit me like a tide in my mind, and my heart, which was already aching, was in even more intense pain.

She knows the pain of loss better than anyone.

Only once can you empathize. The heart-rending pain was suffocating.

In the Orvis continent, losing him, watching him transform into purple starlight and disappear into the sky, that kind of powerlessness, that kind of pain, she didn't want to try a second time.

There was a surge of self-blame and distress in her heart, she was selfish, but she did not regret it. Stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the man's waist, tightly, and did not let go.

"Night, I won't leave again."

She could feel him trembling, he was afraid, he was uneasy. Afraid that she would leave again, afraid that it was just an illusion.

Not anymore, never again.

The living are the most painful and the most tormented.

Her wickedness, her wickedness...

Jun Moye hugged her tightly, raised her head suddenly, covered her lips with thin lips, grabbed her lips and tongue, and went directly deep = in. The action is not as gentle as before, not like the previous =chong=drowning, but very domineering, very wild, without any pity, without any tenderness.

He wants to feel her presence, he wants to make sure that this is not an illusion, not an illusion, he wants to feel the taste of her, he wants to feel the real her.

Such a domineering and wild without any gentle kisses, Mu Hanyue was slightly pained, but she did not resist, she was not displeased, her eyes were distressed, and she hugged his waist tightly and responded to his kiss.

Calmed the fear, uneasiness and trembling in his body.