For no reason, I suddenly felt that no matter how much unwillingness and resentment I had, I had a place to go. Her current state of mind is not a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, she has experienced life and death, the ups and downs of life and the warmth and coldness of people can be called a thorough understanding, why in the face of those gentle and smiling purple eyes, will be soaked in the fragrance of hibiscus flowers again, become soft and crystalline?

Is it because no matter how ambitious the person in front of him is, how talented and handsome he is, he can't escape the situation of fratricide and royal killing? Is it because in this game, everyone is designing others, and everyone is also being designed? Or is it because of ...... He always gives her peculiar feelings?

Wen Yukou didn't know what to do, she gradually fell into confusion, holding the hibiscus, like the clouds surging, the bright moon and the clean clothes fluttered lightly with the wind, the black hair was tied with a jade ring, making a clear and beautiful impact sound, not far away The hibiscus flower sea is even more fragrant, more mysterious and beautiful in the sinking twilight, like the place where the goddess's jade feet have stepped on, flowers blooming all over the ground.

No......

"Are you cold?"

Xiahou Shenxiao heard her breathing getting faster, took off her coat in the blink of an eye, and walked towards Wen Yukou.

The man's breath approached her, and she seemed to be chained to her feet, unable to move.

"Your Highness, please don't ......" don't wantonly warm a cold heart. She is like this hibiscus, covered with dirt, and no longer she used to be.

The warmth came up, and it was not her body that was cold, but the blood, the heart. Although Xiahou Shenxiao's movements were gentle, they were almost domineering, and he could not refuse to put his coat on her.

is different from Cheng Ying's warmth, if Cheng Ying cloaks her, she will accept it quietly, but the warmth of Xiahou Shenxiao is a kind of warmth that wants to refuse but wants to get closer......

"I've always been curious about what can be read from your eyes, and there are always many pleasant things to read. The tenacity and arrogance when they first met, the calmness and ruthlessness when they went to the banquet, and the confusion and sadness at the moment...... Miss Wen, you are so fascinating. Xiahou Shenxiao was already very close to her, and the breath was blowing on the tip of her nose, Wen Yukou was startled, and she was about to run away subconsciously, but she was grabbed by her left arm: "Is this when you are vulnerable?" ”

Wen Yukou stubbornly turned her head to prevent him from seeing her face, but he grabbed her chin and pinched it firmly.

"In front of me, there is no need to disguise."

This simple sentence made her nowhere to escape, and her original form was revealed. Wen Yukou was forced to retreat by him, embarrassed, as if the biggest secret had been peeped on, and she was powerless to refute it.

She kept her mouth shut, forcing herself not to look at those strange and domineering eyes.

"Don't speak? Very good. Xiahou Shenxiao chuckled, lowered his head, turned his back to the maidservant and wanted to kiss her.

Wen Yukou was already a lot more sober, but at the moment, she was furious, and she was about to fan it with her left hand raised, but she didn't know that she was easily held by Xiahou Shenxiao in mid-air and held behind her waist. Wen Yukou immediately used her right hand, and before she could react, both hands were already screwed behind his back. Xiahou Shenxiao looked at her face flushed with anger, it was as if she was drunk, and she was very cute.

He blew in Wen Yukou's ear, and looked at the tip of the ear as red as a little fox with satisfaction: "Oh? Want to hit me? ”

"Indecent!" Wen Yukou didn't expect Xiahou Shenxiao to use that set of romantic techniques on herself.