The slight sound of footsteps, the slightly changing breathing airflow, reached the ears of Gong Huang Jue, who had been sitting, he turned around and raised his head, in the darkness, the dark dark pupils, the moment his eyes met her face, a bright light was clearly swept up. But in an instant, the desolate feeling on his body dissipated in vain.

He smiled evilly, with beautiful clear pupils, and the water ripples swirled around, swaying round and round of water marks.

"Seventeen, I'm back."

The moment she faced him, her expression changed, and she was in a trance for a moment, then shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I'm back." ”

She was afraid that he would see her abnormal expression, so she quickly found a place where there was no light at all and sat down, leaning against the strength of the wall to support her vulnerability.

He got up and walked towards her step by step, smiling a little tired.

"Seventeen, what did you rub on you? Why does it smell so special? His cold lips curled, and a strange light swept over her gloomy eyes.

Rong Qiao sniffed himself in wonder, there was no special fragrance. Suddenly, she rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Cold-faced man, there is something wrong with your nose." ”

"Really? Could this king have smelled wrong? He seemed astonished, but his eyes brightened with astonishment.

"You, what are you doing so close all of a sudden?" Rong Qiao looked at his approaching body and couldn't help but clench his hands.

Gong Huangjue smiled lightly, he looked directly at her flickering gaze and said: "It's nothing, I just want to confirm whether it is really this king who smelled it wrong, or because of the distance, the smell needs to be further discovered." ”

Rong Qiao's eyes suddenly widened, what did he mean by this?

She didn't have time to put away her surprise, his body was already close to her. He sat down in front of her, stretched out his hand, and gently embraced her into his arms. His head was buried deep in her shoulder, leaning on her body temperature, gradually expelling the cold that slowly seeped into his heart.

"Seventeen, this king is not wrong, the fragrance on your body is really very special, and it is very suitable for calming the nerves. In the future, this king must always take you with him, because you have the effect of medicine. ”

His tone was half serious and half narrow, and Rong Qiao couldn't tell the truth in his tone for a while.

However, the strength she had just tried to support collapsed in an instant the moment he gently took her into his arms.

With the strength of his arms, she let her feelings of helplessness pour out into his generous, warm embrace.

At this time, she didn't have to worry about her fragility being seen by him, she could enjoy the helpless and sad mood in her heart through his warm embrace, and disperse it one by one.

They didn't know how long they had been hugging, they just hugged each other quietly.

The breeze blew, and Gong Huangjue changed positions, and he hugged her from behind, allowing her body to rest comfortably on his chest.

Looking at the sadness on her face, the sadness on her face eased slightly, and the gloom and confusion in her clear eyes also faded a little bit compared to when she first entered the Jade Pavilion.

couldn't help but look up, the soft light in his eyes flashed, but it was where Rong Qiao couldn't see.

"Seventeen, this king found that you are the best today, and this is like a woman. Meek, well-behaved, silent, and completely obedient to the king's commands. You say, if you were so well-behaved every day in the future, how nice it would be, wouldn't it? ”

He tapped her forehead again and again, heavier and heavier.

Rong Qiao's eyes immediately narrowed, and the burning flames were engraved on the bottom of her eyes. She turned her head sideways, staring hatefully at his cold and beautiful face.

This guy, standard machismo, despise!

"What? I think it's exciting to look at this king, don't you? Gong Huangjue's head slowly lowered, and his deep and charming dark eyes flickered with an evil light.

Uh-

This guy doesn't feel too good about himself, okay? Watching him heartbeat? Huh - goosebumps don't drop her all over the place, such a cold joke.

She gave him a blank look and snorted coldly.

He just smiled softly. "Isn't it? The king remembers that a man took the opportunity to kiss him when he was asleep. ”

As soon as Rong Qiao heard this, her cheeks immediately bulged, and she jumped up from his arms angrily as if she had been pricked by a needle, and her fingers were horizontal.

"Cold-faced man, who, who has done it to you, who, who has kissed you." There are no three hundred taels of silver in this place, and the flying red cheeks are the best proof of disguise.

The corners of his cold lips were slightly raised upward. "Seventeen, this king doesn't seem to say that someone said seventeen, why is seventeen in such a hurry to argue?" He smiled so brightly, but it was also an eyesore.

Rong Qiao wanted to bite off his tongue and punch the smile off his face. "Damn!" She roared indignantly: "Miss Ben doesn't have time to play such a boring trick with you, you can be alone here, don't be happy and sad, hum-" Her chin was tilted high, and she walked out of the Jade Pavilion with a disdainful expression.

However, the decadence that came in before was swept away, and she regained her radiant appearance. When did the desolate aura contained in her body suddenly disappear.

Gong Huangjue's eyebrows opened, and his deep eyes and smile couldn't stop flying.

Rong Qiao was so angry after Gong Huang Jue, and when she returned to the room, she actually thought that it was just Gong Huang Jue's cold and cold face, and the stunning black eyes with a deep evil smile.

Inadvertently, the handsome face hidden in the depths slowly faded, and was staggered by the overlapping shadows.

At night, the moon and stars are scarce, the night wind gently floats the crescent white soft smoke gauze, Rong Qiao holds her knees with both hands, her jaw touches her knees, I don't know what I'm thinking, very quiet, very engrossed.

Occasionally, the breeze blows the screen window, and when the cold moonlight obliquely illuminates and reflects her beautiful outline, her soft lips, a touch of nothing, faint, sweet smile, flow with the bright moonlight.

In her mind, what staggered at this moment was Gong Huangjue's inadvertent gentleness, the hidden concern behind the naughty smile, and the inexplicable pity.

Pity?!

When these two words crossed her mind, she suddenly shook, what was she thinking? How could that cold-faced man feel pity for her?

Is she having a fever in her head, and she is thinking about something in Hus, why is her head full of his shadow at this moment.

She shook her head wildly, and kept expelling the shadow from her head, but the figure, the countenance, the gentleness, were like a net entwined with the silk, and unconsciously, without the slightest defense, slowly brought her close to him, and slowly walked in the great net he had sown.

The inexplicable panic made her heart palpitate.

She bounced and collapsed, pushing the window open with both hands, pushing the open space to the fullest, letting the cold wind blow her mind and blow away some kind of uneasy heat in her body.

She admonished herself that she could not think of anything, that she could not think of anything.

She is Rong Qiao, she is a woman who has been bitten by a poisonous snake, a woman who has been bruised by bubble love, she can't repeat the mistakes of the past, she can't pay that pathetic and ridiculous feelings like a fool.

Her goal is to make money, to make lots and lots of money, lots and lots and lots of money.

It's so much to envy, enough to get rid of the uneasiness in her heart, and leave nothing behind.

She also has a rare friendship in this world, she has a father, a mother, and a younger brother, a large group of relatives and friends.

They are everything to her, the motivation for her to make money desperately, with them, watching them walk into the world of happiness, feeling that they have her in their hearts, she should be content, it is time to be happy.

But why did her heart become more and more empty, as if a voice in her heart was telling her that she wanted to pray for something, wanted to keep something, wanted to look forward to something, what were those things? She was a little confused.

Raising her eyes, looking at the brighter and brighter clear moon in the night sky, her misty eyes stared at it stupidly, her mind wandered, and she could no longer collect her complete thoughts, only broken, fragmented, scattered, snowflake-like fragments of memory, scene by scene passed through her eyes, constantly playing out......

"Seventeen." The deep voice, the familiar breath, when she was at a loss, the hands that were wrapped around her waist in vain behind her could not be more familiar.

Looking back, the clear eyes, the faint mist, gradually floating, drifting away.

"Why are you here?" Not long after she ran out of him, it was less than a cup of tea, how could he have come to her.

Puzzled, confused, and missed her eyes.

The silver-white crescent moon mask on his face, the cold edges and corners seemed to be smoothed out under the clear moonlight, and there was a rounded arc. The eyes hidden under the mask are deep and charming, rippling and rippling.

"It's nothing, I just want to come and see if you're still angry?"

There was a hidden emotion in his eyes, and his gaze drifted over her body, but he didn't dare to linger long, and swept over her shoulders far away.

"Being angry with you will only be bad for me, how bad it is, so I won't make a loss-making deal."

She rolled her eyes upwards and blew on the top of her head. The rosy red lips, curled up and cocked, like rouge, seemed to fade their gorgeous colors under the moonlight, but they were smeared with a layer of blurry phantom halo.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze and stare at her delicate face, but his gaze only dared to stay around her facial features, and did not dare to look at other places.

She noticed the blazing gaze, burning on her body, slightly sideways, met his dark dark pupils, inexplicably, I don't know if it was too close, or a tense relationship, she turned her eyes away from his blazing gaze, slowly lowered her head, a faint flying red, dyed her delicate cheeks.

The wide sleeves spread out in the wind, and it can be seen that her hands are tightened. Her palms overflowed with beads of sweat slightly, if he had the heart to hold her hand, at this moment, her palms were already stained with hot sweat.