The only thing he wanted in his heart was that woman, the only person he wanted to extinguish the fire, Rong Qiao, who had escaped.

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeves angrily, "Get up, this king is not interested." As soon as his voice fell, he walked away.

Flying around, he walked to the courtyard and poured a bucket of cold water from the beginning.

After the cold and biting well water pierced his body, the fire in his heart slowly faded.

Then, bump—

He flew the bucket on the ground, splashing everywhere.

Raising his hand to wipe a handful of water droplets on his face, his black jade eyes refracted a strange light.

Damn woman, damn Rong Qiao, actually played this king, this king will let you taste the consequences of playing this king.

Ah Ah - Ah Ah –

Rong Qiao, who was hiding in the bushes of Shuxing Pavilion, couldn't help but sneeze twice in succession, and she felt the cold wind pour straight into the back of her head.

Involuntarily, she poked her head and looked around vigilantly, until she saw no figure in sight, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She stretched and stretched her squatting feet, which were almost numb. Damn Gong Huang Jue, hum - if you want to devour your aunt and grandmother, you also want to see if you can catch your aunt and grandmother.

She secretly laughed in her heart, she expected that as soon as she stepped out of the Cold Moon Residence, the cold-faced man would definitely run to the Lone Wind Building to arrest people.

Therefore, as soon as she ran out, she directly turned to Shuxing Pavilion and hid in the secluded bushes, thinking about squatting for a few hours, and then running back to the Lone Wind Tower to rest when it was almost dawn.

Because at that time, Gong Huangjue must have put out the fire in the room of some lady or those charming women and slept beautifully.

Rong Qiao raised his eyes and looked, at this time, the sky had gradually turned white, the black feather veil slowly faded, and the white light flickered. She thought that Gong Huangjue shouldn't have the heart to catch her, so she straightened her waist, knocked her numb legs, rubbed her sore arms, walked quickly through the path, bypassed a green bamboo forest, and quietly sneaked back into the Lonely Wind Building.

Gently pushed open the door, the room was still a little dim, and the light was not very good. Rong Qiao slowly climbed onto her couch along the familiar position, and as soon as she pulled the quilt, she lay down comfortably.

Alas-

The corners of her mouth cracked, and she sighed softly. It's still comfortable to lie on the couch, this cold-faced man, she has been squatting outside for a night, and her eyelids are fighting.

She raised her hand and yawned, rolled over and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

As everyone knows, the candle flame in the room suddenly turned on.

A ghostly handsome figure, he stood quietly in front of the couch, a pair of deep and cold black jade eyes, staring fixedly at Rong Qiao, who was already sleeping.

She slept soundly, with a beautiful curve at the corners of her mouth.

The faint smile as beautiful as a pear blossom softened her delicate face and made his eyebrows soften a little unconsciously. The mood of coming to her with anger to settle accounts seemed to disappear in an instant.

He walked to her side and sat on the edge of the couch, his dark eyes and a gentle light. His beautiful fingers, clean and slender, gently brushed her cheeks, reluctant to move away.

Rong Qiao, who was sleeping, seemed to feel that her face was itchy, and she couldn't help but reach out her hand, snapped, and slapped Gong Huangjue's big hand, she grunted, and pressed his hand under her cheek with her backhand.

"Don't be noisy, Xiaochen, let me sleep a little longer." Her cheeks kept rubbing against his palm, and the sweetness of the corners of her mouth opened more and more.

Xiao Chen?!

Who is he? In her dreams, she could dream of him, thinking about him, his eyebrows and eyes were horizontal, and a fierce anger floated between his eyebrows.

Suddenly—

"Cold-faced man, Xiao Juejue, hurry up and arrest me." She muttered, a thief's streamer floating at the corner of her mouth.

Inexplicably, the anger between his eyebrows turned into a wind and dispersed.

His cold lips curled slowly, his eyebrows were relaxed, and he lowered his head and gently dropped a kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Sleep well, woman, you want to have me in your dreams all the time, you know?" As if warning, his expression was unusually serious.

Then, he leaned against the collapse and embraced Rong Qiao in his arms.

His chin pressed against her forehead, his hand against her cheek, and he watched it all, and his heart felt extremely peaceful, a feeling of happiness that had never been felt before, welling up in his heart.

He leaned against her, his eyes closed, and his expression was strangely peaceful.

The thick and slightly curled eyelashes trembled, and the sleeping Rong Qiao naturally woke up, she lazily raised her hand and rubbed her sleepy eyes, but inadvertently, her elbow seemed to hit something.

She looked up in amazement, her eyes collided with a cold and beautiful face, and suddenly the waves in her eyes vibrated and the waves on the lake were churning high.

How could this cold-faced man appear in the Lonely Wind Building at this time? Isn't he supposed to stay in the gentle country of some beauty? How could it appear on her collapse.

She rubbed her eyes desperately, looking carefully.

That's right, it's a cold-faced man, it's Gong Huangjue, it's really him! Her body almost jumped as soon as her mind was shocked.

Her cheek touched the temperature of his palm, and she was even more uneasy. Raising her eyes to stare at the handsome side of his razor-edged face, she noticed no sign of his awakening.

The heart suddenly settled down a little.

Looking at him in his deep sleep, that beautiful face at close range, the tip of her nose almost touched the tip of her nose, which made her cheeks inexplicably stained with a faint rouge.

But she couldn't control the urging of some force in her heart, and her smooth and soft jade hand slowly stretched out and touched his angular features.

He slept peacefully, his thick and slender eyelashes, like fluttering fireflies, slightly moving with the fan. The corners of her mouth tugged at a graceful arc, and her fingers gently stroked his beautiful and strong sword eyebrows, as if she didn't like his slightly frowning brows, her fingers rubbed them, and gently stretched them out for him.

Then, his fingers touched his eyes, and the black jade pupils, which were usually cold and sharp, were tightly closed by his eyes and face at the moment, so he didn't have to worry about his sudden forced gaze.

She could admire it with indulgence, portraying his face, her fingers gradually sliding, followed by the bridge of his nose, which was as straight and three-dimensional as that of a Western aristocracy, as if emitting a faint glow like ice and snow.

She ran her fingers across the bridge of his nose, finally resting on his cold stiff lip line.

To be honest, his lips are beautiful, moist and bright in color, thin, and occasionally pull up an evil streamer, quite like a little ruffian.

Thinking of this, she smiled knowingly, and her fingers mischievously pressed his beautiful thin lips, and ravaged them hard.

Then, leaning over, she slowly lowered her head, and with her stubborn heart, her lips fell softly on his slightly cool and seductive thin lips.

Kissing his lips, it was sweet and tasteful, like a pine nut aroma, faint, wafting out of his lips and into her nose.

Although he is very cold and domineering, he is understandable, he is a very attractive man, full of the taste of a big man. She seemed to appreciate this taste, and unconsciously, she deepened the kiss, but she didn't look at the black jade pupil that was originally closed, and opened it in an instant.

His dark eyes, luster and warm and boundless, contain a three-point evil smile.

His lips touched, and he accepted Rong Qiao's affection for him very comfortably.

As early as the moment she woke up, he was actually awake, but he didn't move, just to see how this woman would react.

According to his understanding, the woman's first reaction was right, surprise.

But the next reaction was unexpected, he thought that she would definitely sneak down and escape, but he didn't expect her to stay where she was, looking at him in his sleep. What she didn't expect was that she still had the courage to kiss him.

And he seems to like this feeling very much, likes the feeling of being touched by her fingers, likes the feeling of being kissed by her, likes to see the flying red of her cheeks.

Therefore, the moment Rong Qiao suddenly thought of something and raised his eyes to stare at him, he closed his eyes and pretended to continue to sleep peacefully.

Rong Qiaogang was still annoyed that he was so uncontrollable, and at this moment, he saw that Gong Huangjue was still asleep, and patted his chest with peace of mind.

Shame, she really killed herself, how could she suddenly want to kiss this guy.

Slapping his head hard, Rong Qiao's expression was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he didn't wake up, otherwise in this situation, she would definitely die of embarrassment.

But—

After thinking about it, Rong Qiao was a little confused.

Why did this cold-faced man sleep so deeply? It stands to reason that her actions should have woken him up a long time ago, but why wasn't he awakened by her actions?

Could it be—

A flash of light flashed in his head, and Rong Qiao seemed to think of something.

Then her mood became a little complicated, on the one hand, she was glad that the cold-faced man did not wake up, so that she could avoid the embarrassing situation.

On the other hand, inexplicably, her body has a feeling of emptiness, as if she is very lost.

After all, she did everything, but this man didn't react at all, doesn't that mean that she has no charm at all?

It's no wonder that this cold-faced man is surrounded by so many beauties all day long, how can he look at a woman of her appearance.

She stared viciously at Gong Huangjue, who was sleeping peacefully, and inexplicably, I don't know what mood she was in, her fingers pinched his face fiercely and pulled hard.

At this moment, she actually forgot that her actions were clearly to wake up Gong Huangjue, was she playing with fire at all*?

But it's a pity that she really forgot that when her mind focused on a certain point, everything else was left behind by her.

So, so what—

At this moment, she is like a wolf pounceing on a sheep, as if she is completely reversed from Gong Huangjue's role.

She pounced, her lips clinging to his beautiful thin lips, very careful to keep her mark.

If Gong Huangjue, who was pretending to be asleep, hadn't held his breath and finally controlled the rapid wheezing that he was exhaling, he would have almost swooped back and suppressed Rong Qiao on the couch.

Fortunately, a strong force forced him to fade the fire in his heart. He also wanted to see how far Rong Qiao would perform while he was asleep.