Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Leaves of the Grove Are Confused
In Long Yueying's eyes, Meng Xingyun at this time is no longer the obscene little ruffian he used to be, and there is a glorious image with his own aura.
He walked towards Long Yueying step by step, getting closer and closer, and his mood became more and more nervous as the distance shortened.
"Xiao Xingxing~ I'm here!"
Meng Xingyun heard Long Yueying's sensual name, and his whole body trembled, this was a trembling of horror. The more gentle this Oneiroi is now, it means that the deficit in the settlement of accounts after the autumn will get bigger and bigger.
Meng Xingyun smiled awkwardly at Long Yueying.
"Sister Long, I'm dating you today, it's ......" Before Meng Xingyun's words were finished, Long Yueying interrupted him.
"Knowing and knowing, needless to say, some words, don't say them too explicitly, people will be shy. ”
Oh my God, Meng Xingyun looked at the shy Long Yueying, although this face has a certain gap compared to Lord Oneiroi, but in the world, it is still extremely beautiful.
On the face of the big beauty, there are scattered bits of light through the leaves, which set off her pretty and lovely expression. Meng Xingyun was a little stunned at this moment.
"Hmm~ Xiao Xingxing, why are you looking at people like this, I hate it. ”
Long Yueying's sudden words made Meng Xingyun wake up like a dream, and he broke out in a cold sweat: Mom, I almost went astray!
He froze his mind, snorted twice, and said softly: "Sister Long, no, you misunderstood, I came today and have a big matter to tell you!" But I don't know where to start and how to speak. ”
: yes yes, yes, Xiao Xingxing is going to confess to me, hehehehe...... Long Yueying's heart was very excited, looking at this big wooden bump that she had been secretly in love with for two years, a touch of red glow flew up her cheeks.
"Hmm...... Tell me, I'll listen. Long Yueying lowered her head and said with shame: This damn little heart, can't you stay obediently?
"Well, here's the thing...... Why don't I tell you a story first?" Meng Xingyun thought about it, and felt that directly telling Long Yueying that she was the Oneiroi Lord was probably difficult for this mortal to accept. Or just think that he dreams of the clouds are deep well ice. Or, or is afraid that she will believe it, and she will be so excited for a while, uncontrollably ecstatic, crazy to the extreme, so that it will cause some acute heart explosion or something like that, and it will get out of control.
Therefore, under such worries, it is best to use storytelling to let Long Yueying understand the process of this matter first. Then, tell her the reason slowly, so that it may be easier to accept.
Dream Xingyun, looking at the dragon moon shadow with an expectant face, his heart chuckled for a moment.
Oneiroi-sama's eyes...... How is it so ...... What was she thinking?
Meng Xingyun really didn't know that Long Yueying thought that he was going to tell a romantic love story and express his affection to her. For example, what mountains have no tombs, rivers are exhausted, thunder and earthquakes in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are combined, but dare to be with the king! Or Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Romeo and Juliet...... In short, in Long Yueying's heart, it is full of such romantic and affectionate love.
"Well, ahem...... Sister Long, then, I'll start talking?"
"Hmm...... Good. The dragon moon shadow fluttered through the little heart, waiting for the arrival of this moment of confession.