At night, it was pouring rain outside.

Jing Yue always felt that he was in a dark lake.

He rowed a flat boat, not knowing the direction, only feeling the endless silence and desertion.

Ahead, there was a little flickering fire, like an island.

He couldn't help but paddle a little faster.

In the dark waters, he always felt that something was following him, so he wanted to leave the waters.

With a bang, the boat docked, and Jing Yue boarded it.

He walked along a bluestone path and soon found a house there.

The fire came out of the house.

The light made him feel warm and warm, and he couldn't help but walk in.

There are lanterns hanging at intervals in the house, and although they are not bright, they are quite reassuring.

Jing Yue even gave birth to a sense of familiarity.

He walked along the lantern and found a small building at the end.

This small building was indescribably familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

So he walked in.

The furnishings in the house are simple, wooden tables, wooden beds, and a stream and flowers and trees outside the window.

The flowers and trees swayed in the wind, and the falling flowers were colorful, as if welcoming him.

At this moment, Jing Yue remembered where this was.

This is the room where the eldest lady used to live.

At that moment, I heard a bang, and the door shut.

As soon as Jing Yue turned around, he saw the eldest lady standing there.

The moment he was happy, his hairs stood on end.

She is still so beautiful and moving, but she is no longer sweet and cute, but has a cold and frosty taste.

Suddenly, she looked at him and asked, "Ah Duan, why don't you want me anymore?" ”

"Why did you give up in the first place?"

"Are you in love with another woman?"

She walked over step by step, with a taste of madness in her eyes, and Jing Yue even saw the cold light in her sleeve.

He stepped back step by step and hurriedly said: "I didn't, I didn't give up from the beginning, and I didn't fall in love with other women." ”

Jing Yue felt that the eldest lady seemed to be enchanted, because her voice seemed to be full of madness, and there was a sense of alienation and coldness.

By this time, his back had been pressed against the wall, and the eldest lady had approached.

"I only like one." Jing Yue hurriedly lied sincerely.

Hearing this, the eldest lady burst into tears all of a sudden, and the scissors in her hand fell to the ground and hugged him tightly.

"Ah, you really didn't lie to me."

"I like you so much."

Just when Jing Yue thought that she had passed the test in the dark and felt the warm heart of the eldest lady, the eldest lady suddenly said coldly-"But who is she?" ”。

Jing Yue couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet and rushing straight to his mind.

Outside the windowsill, the holy lady was holding a spear in her hand and looked at herself coldly.

"Scumbag, you deceived me so hard!"

The next moment, a little cold light came first, and then Jing Yue suddenly woke up from his dream.

After that, he let out a long breath and found that his back was wet with cold sweat.

"It's a dream, it's a dream."

Jing Yue wiped the fine sweat on his face, and just wanted to drink saliva, but suddenly stiffened there.

On the window paper, the shadow of a person is reflected.

The shadow of a woman.

The woman stood outside the window under the plantain tree, leaning against the window, as if looking at him.

At this moment, Jing Yue only felt that his scalp was numb.

Because he felt that the shadow was both like the eldest lady and like the holy girl.

She stood outside, looking at him like this, for I don't know how long.

Although there was only a dim shadow, he knew that the other party was crying.

The next moment, the window was slammed open!

Jing Yue woke up gasping again.

Serial dreams?

He couldn't help but look at the window, where there was only the shadow of the banana tree, and there was no one there.

Mom, Lao Tzu was almost scared to pee by a dream.

The Holy Maiden and the eldest lady are both reasonable people, and they are in love with him, how can they easily stab him.

But the dream is a projection of one's own thoughts, and the saintess in the dream said "Scumbag, you deceived me so hard!" It hit the soul directly, making him feel quite weak for a while.

Is online dating also considered scum?

He felt that even if he was a little scumbag, he was sincere, at least forgivable, but the eldest lady and the saintess in the dream didn't seem to be forgiven.

Fortunately, it was just a dream, and he didn't expose it, as long as the eldest lady and the holy girl didn't know each other, then he Jingyue was ice and jade, not a scumbag.

To be honest, Jing Yue was indeed taken aback by the chai knife dream last night, and until now he has listened to the six roads and watched all directions, for fear of being hacked to death as a scumbag.

So he decided to find something to suppress the shock.

"System, enter."

After a whirlwind, Jing Yue came to the room full of all kinds of utensils again.

Woo woo.

In front of me was a bronze mirror that was constantly blowing hot air, and the wet hair was slightly hot.

Jing Yue instinctively looked down, and instead of seeing the impressive leather pants, a pair of white dangling legs, and a bottomless ravine.

This time I broke through and looked at one more ditch!

"Wait!"

As soon as the voice in his consciousness appeared, Jing Yue had already said loudly.

"Listen to me, I have no ill will, it was just an accident."

"I don't like this accident, so you give it to me

The woman's mouth "Get out!" Before it sounded, Jing Yue suddenly asked, "Is this a hair dryer?" ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand in the mirror and blew the bangs on his forehead a little fluffy.

Only then did he see the face in the mirror.

It was a pink and beautiful goose egg face, a pair of eyes bright and pure, but like a peach blossom, both pure and seductive.

It can be said that this is a standard sweet girl face.

"Hair dryer?" The woman's voice rang out in confusion.

"yes, you blow your hair after taking a shower." Jing Yue said as he skillfully stroked his hair and let it dry out.

"That's okay." The girl pondered.

Immediately after, Jing Yue saw a delicate little leather boot.

"If you can guess what these boots are for, I'm not going to let you roll them for a while." The girl's voice rang out again.

Jing Yue glanced at those boots and said, "I guess it's also a hair dryer?" ”

The girl was surprised: "I guessed correctly." ”

At this time, Jing Yue had already touched the button on the side of the boot and twisted it.

So, a new hot wind blew out of the boots and continued to blow the girl's hair.

He divided it with his hand, and went straight to a very temperamental middle distribution style.

Well, the sweet girl is also quite suitable for this temperament hairstyle.

Clearly, the girl was attracted by his skillful blow-drying and combing skills.

You must know that Jing Yue has practiced with the Holy Maiden and the eldest lady, after all, he likes to style beautiful women, and then admire himself.

Taking this opportunity, Jing Yue looked at the various utensils on the big table in front of him, and secretly wondered: "As expected, this binding object should be a sweet girl inventor?" ”

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