The man's hand was wide and porcelain-thick, tightly hugging the woman's slender waist, and the woman's head was pressed against his chest, and he could hear his pounding heartbeat at the moment.

The fingers with distinct bones are slender and elegant, a blue dragon head ring is worn on the ring finger of the right hand, the pointed chin is against the woman's head, the left hand is pulled up into her hair, and the eyes are full of pampering, and there is a trace of fear.

Mu Zhiyu was held by him like that, and his hands naturally attached to his waist.

Listening to the sound of his heartbeat, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows, this man, what is he afraid of?

There was silence in the room, only the wax oil was dripping silently, and when the window was opened, the cool breeze blew in, blowing the wax seedlings, and the firelight was drowsy, and the whole room was a little darker, but it also added a lot of ambiguous colors.

The two people in front of the bed hugged each other quietly, and no one broke the tranquility.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more weird, Mu Zhiyu frowned, and took the lead in breaking the silence, and his deep voice was slightly hoarse, showing a seductive charm.

"Why are you here?"

The man's deep obsidian starry eyes flowed, and the corners of his mouth crossed the arc of the evil spirit, this woman, he came to see her with great difficulty, was this the first thing she said?

God knows how he got over these days, every day is as tormented as thousands of eclipse ants, and without news of her, the whole person is almost not himself, even if he is about to become a demon in one step.

And now, she is in his arms, and it feels so unreal, for fear that this is just a dream, and the next moment she will leave him.

The voice was deep, magnetic and seductive, "I want to see you." ”

Mu Zhiyu's peach-blossom smile bloomed, came out of his arms, raised his eyes to stare at the man's black pupils as deep as the sea, his clear eyes were folded and shining, and then the curvature of playfulness hooked up from the corners of his mouth.

"Are you sure you're looking to see me?"

The man looked down at her, his eyes half-narrowed, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was evil and arrogant, "Of course." ”

Reaching out and nudging him, leaving a gap for him to get out of bed and stand up, even if he was standing up, it was only up to his chest, and he was tired and crooked from sitting and watching.

Looking at him with a smile, the white little finger pointed to his face, and said seriously, "No, are you sure you know me?" ”

The man couldn't laugh or cry, when did this woman become so naughty.

Standing lazily in front of her, her long and narrow phoenix eyes like obsidian were full of playfulness, "This king is here to find the princess of this king, and this king is very sure that the person he is looking for is you, but..."

The next moment, before she could react, the person was already lying on the bed leisurely, holding his head with one hand, half interested, half lazy, looking at her with interest.

His thin lips opened lightly, and he spit out a few words softly, "You seem to have become ugly." ”

What?

With a bang, he froze in place, raised his hand and touched his face, he was wearing a human skin mask, yes, he wanted to tease him just now, but he didn't expect this guy to say that he was ugly!

Suddenly, his face was dyed with a bright red, but he was angry!

Reaching out and tearing off the human skin mask on his face, he threw it aside, and rushed towards the moon-white figure on the bed.

"Murong Lingche, you dare to call me ugly!"

Angry, he rushed straight up, pounced on him, stretched out his hand and ravaged his demonic face, and smiled proudly, "Say I'm ugly, look who is ugly now." ”

Murong Lingche didn't dodge either, letting her play with her bewitching and handsome face at will, looking at her fair-skinned and smooth little face, without a trace of powder, her eyes were soft and about to ooze water, and she opened her mouth to murmur softly, her voice was hoarse, "Yu'er..."

Mu Zhiyu stopped the movement in her hand, leaned over to look, and her nerves were suddenly startled, she actually pounced on him, this posture, how ambiguous, how ambiguous.

And he just called his name, his voice was hoarse and muffled, obviously emotional, he was playing with fire!

There was a flush on his face, and he just wanted to turn over, but he was dragged by his big hand, and he got up, and the whole person was pressed under him.

"Do you know that you're challenging a man's patience?"

The magnetic voice is hoarse and charming, and there is a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Uh... Actually, I'm joking with you. Looking at him with a smile, he couldn't have the upper hand at all, and in the face of danger, he could only soften temporarily.

Looking at her beautiful face, it was still a playful tone, "Oh? Do you think I know you? ”

"Yes, of course I do."

"You say I know you, but I can't remember, tell me who you are."

Looking at his bewitching smile without saying a word, grinding his teeth fiercely, Murong Lingche, you must have done it on purpose!

Murong Lingche smiled secretly, looking at the little woman under him glaring at him with a resentful expression, the evil color at the corners of her mouth was even worse, looking at her seductive red lips, she leaned over and lowered her head and kissed it.

Looking at his enlarged face in front of his eyes, as well as the encroached territory, he was dissatisfied, this guy was obviously taking advantage of her.

Feeling that his breathing was getting heavier, he was kissed by him all over the place, and suddenly sobered up, not that she didn't like his touch, but she didn't want to waste her real cave room candle night in Mufu, a place that she hated.

Taking advantage of the gap between his lips and teeth, he bit his upper lip hard, and suddenly his mouth was filled with a smell of blood.

Murong Lingche was in pain, let go of her lips, reached out and touched her mouth, bringing a little blood, and then looked at the little woman under her who made a grimace at him, and the smug smile made him not feel a trace of annoyance, but chuckled lightly.

"Yu'er, you're tempting me."

Mu Zhiyu's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, did he take the wrong medicine? Isn't it painful to be bitten? What else did she say to tempt him, oh my God, he was really speechless.

"Murong Lingche, you get up, I want to sit up."

His brows furrowed, but he pressed it even tighter, "What do you call me?" ”

Mu Zhiyu sighed helplessly, and her peach blossom eyes slowly closed, who could tell her, when did the cold-blooded and ruthless ghost-faced prince become so faceless and skinless?

This guy is a scoundrel!

But she couldn't do anything about it.

He opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile, his gentle tone was about to melt his heart, "Che." ”

The curvature of Murong Lingche's mouth expanded, obviously very satisfied with this little woman's appearance.

"Che, can you let me go?" Blinking a pair of big watery eyes at him, his eyes also turned around twice, and called softly again.

Murong Lingche was slightly disappointed, but he also let go of her, sat up, and stretched out his hand to pull her up.

Anyway, the coming day is long, and there will be opportunities in the future, so he is not in a hurry.

Mu Zhiyu sighed secretly, it was really embarrassing to be teased if he couldn't be teased.

Still, she turned her head to look at him, and that look seemed to tell him that she was unhappy now.

"What's wrong?"

Murong Lingche was puzzled, his thin lips opened lightly, and he looked at her funny, he had already let go of her very obediently, why did she still look at him with such eyes, could it be that she resented him for really letting her go?

Just as he was thinking about whether to knock her down again, the little woman next to him spoke.

"If I do become ugly, will you dislike me?"

Murong Lingche smiled, it turned out that it was because of this?

"I was just kidding you."

Seeing that her expression was very strict, he knew that this woman was really interested, and it seemed necessary to explain it to her.

took her hand and gently put it in his palm, looked at her eyes affectionately, without the slightest banter and joke just now, and said solemnly, "Yu'er, I, Murong Lingche, love your soul, not your appearance. ”

Mu Zhiyu looked at him blankly, under his good-looking eyelashes, his narrow phoenix eyes were full of determination, and there was no half of frivolity.

What did he just mean that he loved her, not the original body?