Chapter 1144

Zhan Hanjue's eyes were slightly dark, this girl is used to playing some unexpected tricks.

He suddenly remembered Luo Shihan......

The girl who looked weak and harmless.

Then, Zhan Hanjue suddenly pushed Yan Zhengling away.

Yan Zhengling looked at him blankly, his fawn-like eyes with hurt emotions. "What's wrong with you?"

Zhan Hanjue stood up irritably, and when he saw her injured expression, he was very distressed.

"I bought you clothes, I'll get them." He made an excuse to leave.

Yan Zhengling nodded with a gloomy expression, "Hmm." ”

How could she not see that he was resisting her?

He was moody, sometimes close to her and sometimes detached from her, like a puppet manipulated.

Yan Zhengling took out the skirt and her eyes lit up, "What a beautiful skirt." It's been a long time since I've worn such a ladylike dress? ”

Zhan Han Jue said: "Go and try? ”

Yan Zhengling nodded, "Hmm." ”

Yan Zhengling sighed weakly, "When will you be able to recover your memory?" ”

Not long after, the Battle Chill Lord came in with a few clothing bags. It is obvious that his bad mood has been forcibly sealed in his body.

handed the pocket to Yan Zhengling, and said softly, "See if you like it or not?" ”

Yan Zhengling changed out of her heroic suit and put on a familiar lace lady dress, the semi-hollow bandeau was dotted with roses, and the hem of the long skirt was also sprinkled with roses, making her look like a noble elf who had been summoned and restored to her elf status.

Yan Zhengling curled up her long hair, and her random ball head exposed her swan neck. It makes her as delicate as a princess.

She has always been the princess of the Warchill Lord.

Carrying the clothes to the cloakroom-

Zhan Han Jue looked at her back, his eyes slightly dark.

After she entered the cloakroom, he stood up gracefully. Standing outside the cloakroom door, his long body casts a dark shadow.

Such a Yan Zhengling. It's nice to be innocent, to have no city government and calculations, and no ruthless wrists.

Yan Zhengling accidentally touched the closet door and whimpered in pain.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her, and the iceberg's black pupils melted in an instant.

She danced happily in the cloakroom.

She danced the swan dance, and the dance was moving.

Zhan Hanjue didn't care about anything else pushing the door in, he pushed the door in anxiously, and ran straight to her, "Zheng Ling." Are you okay? ”

Zheng Ling laughed crisply, "Brother Jue, I seem to have returned to the past, carefree, and every day when I open my eyes and can be coquettish with you." ”