Yang Rong Rong remembered the taste of apples, sweet and sour, crisp, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

What a broken metaphor this made her hungrier!

Shen Wenshu suddenly spoke: "I had a dream last night, in the dream I am a sword cultivator, and you are my apprentice." ”

Yang Rongrong's eyes lit up: "Do you remember?" ”

"I just remembered a small part, I guess maybe it was because I hadn't eaten anything in the illusion for the past two days, and the influence of yellow sorghum on me had weakened." Shen Wenshu explained.

This is good news, Yang Rongrong forgot about the hunger of his body for a while, and said excitedly: "This shows that our decision not to eat is the right one." ”

Shen Wenshu bowed his head slightly in agreement.

Yang Rongrong took the initiative to take his hand, shook it vigorously, and encouraged.

"Come on, hold on!"

Although the hunger is unbearable, it is the only way for them to resist being assimilated by the illusion.

Shen Wenshu lowered his eyes and looked at the two hands clasped together, and responded in a low voice: "Hmm." ”

A line of words pops up in the dialog box overhead.

[Her hands are so soft and comfortable to the touch, and she wants to take a bite.] 】

Velvet: "......"

She quickly withdrew her hand.

Shen Wenshu's fingertips shrank slightly, and he put it down after a while.

He said, "Go back." ”

Yang Rongrong nodded and said yes.

The two of them returned to the City Lord's Mansion in a carriage.

At night, Yang Rongrong went to bed early as usual.

When she slept in a daze, she vaguely felt as if there was someone next to the bed.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Wenshu sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her with a deep gaze.

Yang Velvet was startled and quickly sat up.

"What are you doing?"

It's scary in the middle of the night!

Shen Wenshu: "I had another dream just now, in the dream you were involved with the other three men, you deceived me, you don't love me at all, and even the name Sang Chun is fake." ”

The dream made him so uncomfortable.

He woke up in a dream and never fell asleep again.

Shen Wenshu looked into her eyes and muttered softly.

"Can I still trust you?"

Yang Rongrong thought for a moment before saying, "At least in this illusion, you can completely trust me." ”

Shen Wenshu asked again: "What about after leaving this illusion?" ”

Yang Rongrong could not give an accurate answer.

Her silence was an answer.

Shen Wenshu lowered his eyes: "I understand." ”

Yang Rongrong was uneasy in his heart.

In this fantasy world, she and Shen Wenshu are the only two living people.

They share the same identity and goals, and are natural allies.

If she loses Shen Wenshu's partner, Yang Rongrong can only fight alone, and it will be much more difficult for her.

She thought about whether she would coax Shen Wenshu with good words first, stabilize him, turn around and wait until she left the illusion, and then she showed her attitude to him and distanced herself.

Although this is very scummy, in the face of survival, you can put aside the festival or something for the time being.

Shen Wenshu stood up and prepared to leave.

Yang Rongrong hurriedly took his hand: "Wait a minute." ”

Shen Wenshu lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Is there anything else?" ”

Yang Rongrong: "For the future, I can't give a definite guarantee, but I do have a good impression of you, and when we leave the illusion, I will consider my feelings with you." ”

Shen Wenshu was silent, as if thinking about the credibility of her words.

Yang Rongrong looked over his head and saw a line of words pop up in the dialog box.

[She's definitely lying to me again, I shouldn't believe her.] 】

Yang Rongrong grabbed his hand tighter and continued: "I didn't lie to you, I mean it! ”

Shen Wenshu remained silent.

Yang Rongrong knew that it would be difficult for him to believe in himself just by saying a few words.

So she turned her heart sideways, lifted the quilt and got up.

She was wearing a light-colored middle coat, her long hair was scattered behind her, she stepped on the futon with her bare feet, her hands clinging to Shen Wenshu's shoulders, and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Shen Wenshu's body froze, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Yang Rongrong looked into his eyes closely, and said seriously: "I used to be involved with other men, but that was all in the past, and now I like you, can't you accept it again?" ”

Shen Wenshu's gaze fell on her lips, and she swallowed unconsciously, and her Adam's apple slid up and down.

The dialog box above his head refreshes the content.

Her lips are soft. 】

Yang Rongrong nervously waited for his reply.

After a long time, I heard him ask in a low voice.

"What's your real name?"

"Poplar velvet, poplar of poplar, fluffy velvet."

Shen Wenshu silently took the name in his mouth and chewed it several times before he called softly: "Velvet." ”

It's been a long time since Yang Rongrong has heard someone call herself so affectionately, and she feels like a world away.

Shen Wenshu shouted to her again: "Velvet." ”

A line of words popped up in the dialog box above him.

[Her name is as cute as her person.] 】

Yang Rongrong knew that she had stabilized people, so she let go of Shen Wenyu and said to him.

"You are the first person to know my real name, this is the sincerity I show to you, I hope you can continue to believe in me, I really need your help."

Shen Wenshu stared at her, as if hesitating how to answer.

Yang Rongrong looked up and saw the dialog box above his head at a glance.

[If only she could kiss me again, this time I want to kiss on the mouth.] 】

Velvet: "......"

Stinky man, think beautiful!

She directly ignored the desire in the other party's heart and continued.

"If you still don't believe me, I can't help it, in short, I will still try to find a way out of the illusion, even if you don't help me, please don't interfere with me, I don't want to be an enemy with you."

Shen Wenshu finally spoke.

"I don't want to be your enemy either."

Yang Rongrong's eyes lit up: "Are you willing to continue to believe in me?" ”

Shen Wenshu bowed: "Hmm." ”

He knew that he was stupid to choose like this, the woman in front of him was so good at acting that he couldn't distinguish the truth of her words, and there was a high probability that she was still lying to him.

But he still wanted to give it a try.

If you choose to believe her, there is a half chance that he will be deceived, and the other half probability is that he will get what he wants and start over with her.

But if he chooses not to believe her, then he doesn't even have a half chance of this.

He's got to catch that half of the probability.

Yang Rongrong laughed: "Thank you." ”

Shen Wenshu looked at her deeply: "I hope you won't let me down again." ”

Yang Rongrong gave a false promise with a sincere face.

"Definitely not!"

Soon the day of the big wedding will come.

As soon as Yang Rongrong got out of bed, he was pressed by the maidservants in front of the mirror to dress up.

The red wedding dress was worn on her body, the long green silk was pulled up, the luxurious and heavy flower crown was placed on her head, and the face was depicted with delicate makeup.

The red hijab fell on her head, obscuring her face.

She was helped out of the bedroom, walked into the ancestral hall amid everyone's congratulations, and joined hands with Shen Wenshu to worship the ancestors and heaven and earth.