Romance "Mo Chou, why did you rush over to protect me as soon as I was attacked." Song Sheng pressed forward step by step, he didn't want to give up any chance, he didn't want her to find an excuse to escape. He and she have always been the same kind of people, and as long as they find an opportunity to win, they will not give up easily.

She looked at him, her long, slightly curly eyelashes flashing with a firm and intense glazed light on her crystal eyes, and her deep eyes reflected the panic and embarrassment that she couldn't explain. Why should she panic? She can tell him that because they are all the way, it is natural for them to support each other and share weal and woe when the crisis comes.

Embarrassed?

Why did she feel embarrassed by his question? Is it because you have guessed what you want? Is it? Does she have feelings for him?

"When I was attacked by those people, did you feel distressed?" His lips slowly approached, and some cool lips gently pressed against the corners of Mo Chou's stunned mouth. Sucking a kiss gently, the tip of the tongue with ** to trace her lip line. And she still couldn't come back to her senses, trying to see the cause of her panic and embarrassment in a state of confusion. She has always been sure that she doesn't love him, but why is she nervous when she sees others attacking him, and her heart hurts when she sees him hurt.

Why?

"Don't worry, you have me in your heart." Sighing softly, he gave her the answer directly. The soft voice was like an ancient mantra, haunting my ears over and over again. The tip of the tongue finally pried open her lips and teeth, wildly unfolding **of**and plundering. The arms around him gradually tightened, and even if it was painful, he couldn't bear to let go of his delicate and soft body.

Don't worry!

This is Mo Chou who was reborn for him!

The kissing that gradually deepens brings tremors deep in the soul. The body slowly changed from the stiffness of resistance to the weakness of dependence. Yes! Maybe she fell in love with him, I don't know when she fell in love, it may be from the fact that he taught her to plant orchid seedlings when he asked questions, it may be from his persistent attention again and again, or it may be from his little thoughts about telling a joke every day to relieve her boredom.

Tempted!

It wasn't a very difficult thing to do.

Obediently closing his eyes, the passive kiss began to respond to his frenzied and deep needs, and some slightly familiar feelings slowly spread in his memory. So persistent persecution and demand, so strong attachment and cherishment.

A pair of deep and sad eyes flashed in my mind, and in the chaotic obstacle, there seemed to be something different flooding in my heart.

"I, Song Yu, swear that from now on, no matter whether I can become a great treasure or not, you are the only woman beside me."

In the thick obstacle, there was a loud roar like thunder and lightning. The warmth of infatuation fell from the clouds into the deep sea, the entangled tongue was pulled out of the **, the thin teeth contracted and resisted in a panic, and the hands pinched his injured shoulder blades and pushed hard. Mo Chou finally broke free from his grip in embarrassment, lost his balance and slammed into the trunk behind him.

He frowned deeply, not knowing whether it was because of her refusal or the pain of the wound, but there was a trace of pain in his eyes. She didn't dare to look at him, but he stared deep like a falcon. She actually pushed him away, feeling a little unwilling, but she couldn't hit her hard after all. I have long known that I have to be ruthless when I fight her, but it turns out that knowing is one thing, and implementing it is another. She is not a woman who is used to satisfy **, she is not a woman who is simply used to take advantage of, or because she knows, she is unwilling to really force it. But his warmth and thoughtfulness could not move her, and his gentleness and doting still could not knock on the door of her closed heart.

obviously has no memories of the past, but he is still on guard against himself everywhere.

Don't worry, I'm afraid that the lock in your heart is not yourself, but the man who swore an alliance with you in your memory.

Song Sheng suddenly shook his head and chuckled, it turned out that his opponent had not been her, but him. How could he naively think that she who had lost her memory was just reserved and confused, so she couldn't accept herself. Very good! He wanted to see how the broken shadow of a memory could compare to him as a real living person.

Turning his head to look at the bottom of the mountain, a bright light slowly rose on the horizon, golden and red. It was the beginning of the day, as if God had given him a chance to start over.

"Don't worry, look." Restraining the emotions on his face, Song Sheng pointed to the wind city under the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, large areas of purple orchids spread, and as the sunlight changes, the color of the orchids also produces a wonderful light color transformation. It is dark red at dawn, lavender at noon, and red at dusk. The beautiful city of orchids, like orchids blooming in the morning light, slowly blooms in silence and elegance.

…………… Once again, I sigh at the bitter life of my family.................................

At dawn, Song Yu finally arrived in Windy City. The morning light is not as strong as the sun, but it is the first light of the day to drive away the darkness and cold, and the light is hidden between the branches and leaves on both sides of the path, not too dazzling, graceful and bright. The wind moves the shadows of the trees, rubbing the light sound of rustling, conveying a trace of urgency, a wisp of longing, and a touch of expectation in the silence.

The horse stopped at the door of a small courtyard in the suburbs. Song Yu flew down, and the person he saw waiting at the door was not the person who thought about it day and night, but Sun with an anxious face.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates are incompetent, I have already mastered Miss Lan's whereabouts, but I watched Miss Lan being taken away, and my subordinates failed to complete the task assigned by the prince, please punish the prince." Sun knelt on the ground and said.

"Taken away? By whom? Song Yu asked with a frown.

"This ...... The subordinates don't know, and they are sending people to find it with all their might. Sun was stunned for a moment, but decided not to tell the truth to the prince for the time being.

"Sun." Song Yu closed his eyes tiredly: "Did you see her?" ”

"Yes, lord."

"Is she okay?"

All right?

Sun wanted to open his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't even be sure that the woman was the person the prince was looking for, although the appearance was exactly the same, but could love and hate change it? If the prince saw with his own eyes how she defended the emperor, would he still be so sure that this woman was Wei Youlan? Inexplicably remembered the bloody flesh and blood, and inexplicably remembered the grief, despair, and heart-wrenching cries of the prince.

The prince's feelings for Wei Youlan are only more afraid than his own life.

"Back to the prince, Miss Lan, she is very good." If you can give the prince a hope, if you can make the prince stop tormenting himself, if you can make the prince stop suffering himself. Then he is willing to deceive.

"The person who took Lan'er will notify the king immediately if he finds any clues." In fact, there are already some speculations in my heart, but I am not sure. It all started, and I just hoped I guessed wrong.

"Yes, if you find Miss Lan, your subordinates will send her directly to the prince." Procrastinate! Sun couldn't think of a good way. can only give the prince a hope, but he can't really let him see that "hope" shattered in front of his eyes.

Sent away the prince, the eyeliner of his subordinates had already brought the news, and on the path at the foot of the mountain, he saw the two targets he was looking for heading in the direction of the city of Windy City.

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