Hua Xuanji raised her head slightly, her hazy eyes were just opposite to the cold eyes, and in the flickering lightning, the dark eyebrows and eyes couldn't see the color inside.

However, looking at his serious and direct look, those blunt words against him couldn't be said for some reason.

In a trance, Ye Hua's warm palm held the cold wrist.

At this time, Ye Hua only felt that his brain was confused, and there was a nameless fire burning in his heart, but he couldn't spit it out, thinking of her in the arms of others, remembering that her first time was not his own, and remembering ......

Her lips were slightly pale, and the big hand holding her wrist tightened a little.

Hua Xuanji, who felt the pain, hurriedly raised her head, but before she could react, the warm palm that was holding her suddenly loosened, and the red shirt only flashed in front of her eyes, and with the door creaked open, his words were a little colder than the heavy rain.

"This king thinks that your body is much more unbearable than this king."

Opened vigorously and closed vigorously, his voice was as cold as usual, probably because the rain outside the window was too loud, Hua Xuanji didn't hear it, and it was accompanied by a trace of forbearance. I didn't see the white fist hidden under the sleeve, but even the knuckles.

"My body?" Hua Xuanji smiled coldly, tightly clutched the robe that she had taken off, and the power that came from nowhere shuffled to smash it.

The rain outside the window was still falling, getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign that Sihao was going to stop.

In the pouring rain, the slightly emaciated white figure became more and more lonely, and even the always slightly lazy appearance disappeared at this time, and the whole footsteps staggered.

The inky black hair was wet by the raindrops, sticking to his fair face, and the lips that always loved to hook up were as pale as withered petals at this time, and even the bewitching peach blossom eyes had lost their previous look, and the dense long eyelashes were stained with one-sided water droplets, which looked very sluggish.

"Brother Yan." A woman dressed as a maid ran up quickly, and despite how cold the raindrops hit her face, she grabbed the staggering body. Feeling the heat emanating from his body, he put his little hand on Bai Yan's forehead in disbelief. When he felt Dao's forehead, which was still hot in the cold pouring rain, he couldn't help but exclaim, and looked around with his arms.

"Brother Yan, you have a fever. Ji Yan, what about Ji Yan? ”

"Let go." Bai Yan's voice was very hoarse, with a lot of affirmation. One by one, the woman held his wrist, swayed his body and stumbled forward decadently, walking briskly.

One step, two steps, the heat in the brain hit again and again, the eyes suddenly darkened, the feet suddenly weakened, and the whole person collapsed on the ground full of rain. There were layers of splashes, and the white clothes also made the muddy water wet, and it was a mess.

"Brother Yan." The woman in the maid's costume wiped a handful of rain that covered her eyes, ran a few steps and bowed down to help the paralyzed white flame, but her strength was limited, and she tried several times but fell into the water.

The pouring rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, and the helplessness of the woman is even stronger. The soybean-sized rain dripped into his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became blurry for a while, but he couldn't hide the anger hidden in his eyes.

"Hua Xuanji, I remember you."

In the hazy distance, the sound of wine jars shattering in a gazebo pierced through the layers of rain, and it was unusually clear.

Leaning lazily, one of Ye Hua's legs arched high, the wine jar in his hand swayed, raised high, and fell, and the spicy wine rushed into his throat.

A pair of cool eyes have been covered with a layer of mist, and the fair face has been flushed with a layer of red, which makes the face even more handsome and abnormal.

"Lord Wang." The soft voice came into Ye Hua's ears, Wan Yao shook her slender waist and reached out to push Ye Hua's wine cup away. "Lord Wang, you're drunk."

"This king doesn't." Quickly avoiding Wan Yao's hand, he took a deep sip again, his cool thin eyes, which were already a little hazy, narrowed slightly, a little more drunk, looked at Wan Yao, who had two double images, slowly stretched out his fingers, and gently lifted her jaw.

The rain is getting thinner, the sound of the rain is still faint, and the figures are faint.

Ye Hua looked at Wan Yao's eyes and became more and more out of focus, and the delicate red lips were tightly clenched, and he gnawed carefully. It wasn't until the woman under her let out a few coquettish snorts that the somewhat white lips opened slightly, with the mellow aroma of century-old wine.

Holding the jaw of the woman in front of him, his eyes reflected her figure, but what he said was: "Hua Xuanji." ”

and its gentle tone, mixed with a bit of nostalgia.

Feeling the stop of the rain, Hua Xuanji sat up silently, and when she opened her eyes, she was a little uncomfortable with the strong and somewhat dazzling light, and raised her hand to block it, but saw that there was still blood dripping down her fingers. He tore a piece of the fabric that had been torn by himself, and rubbed it hard against the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to erase some bad memory, and he was not afraid of pain, until the handkerchief was stained red with blood, and then he hung down weakly.

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of miscellaneous footsteps at the door.

Hua Xuanji propped herself up a little sensitively, and asked with a little tentativeness: "Qingge, is it you?" ”

But what you get is silence.

After sitting all night, her legs were a little sore, Hua Xuanji's steps were a little staggering, and she pushed the door open, but there was no one.

Just as she wanted to turn around, several objects attracted her attention.

Holding on to the door, she leaned forward with difficulty, and Hua Xuanji realized that it was a few thickened women's clothes and an appropriately sized stove.

looked left and right, but there was no one in sight, remembering the sudden arrival of Yehua at noon yesterday, he was indifferently surprised, could it be that he was to send these things to himself.

Stretch out the intact hand and cover the few pieces of clothing with thin cover.

Although it was placed in the corridor, it was slightly damp, but it was not a sign of drying, and sure enough, it was sent when it was raining for a short time, and it was obvious that it had been left here overnight.

The sound of broken footsteps suddenly sounded behind her again, and Hua Xuanji was inexplicably a little happy to think of that figure. Indifferently turned back. There was a hint of anticipation in his voice, "Ye Hua." ”

And yet there was nothing.

Hua Xuanji laughed coldly at herself, obviously she only laughed at her self-inflicted affection in the morning, but she was looking forward to him like this.

Looking back, looking at the clothes scattered on the ground, he finally leaned over and took them all into his arms.

At this time, the footsteps behind him appeared again, and it became very urgent, Hua Xuanji felt the danger coming, hurriedly picked up her clothes, turned around and prepared to enter the house.

Suddenly, accompanied by the sound of a wooden stick passing through the wind, Hua Xuanji only felt a pain in the back of her neck, and her eyes were dark, and she didn't know anything.