In an instant, Qu Tan'er was sobered up even though she was drunk!

What did he say just now? Did you hear it wrong?!

"What were you just talking about?" she asked anxiously.

"..." No response.

"Mo Yifeng, make it clear." She went up and pulled his clothes, but in a few seconds, a light green light flashed, and she was forced to take several steps back.

It was not his intentional act, but his instinctive act of defense.

Then, he pretended to be dead... and fell asleep as if he was drunk, and he remained motionless while lying on his stomach.

Qu Tan'er has no choice.

This topic can only be asked when he wakes up.

However, when she was not careful, she turned around and looked at the person on the bed, and Mo Yifeng disappeared.

Suddenly, she understood!

The old traitor is so slick! He actually pretends to be drunk? He pretends to be dead?

Then, she heard it right...

When he saw the bed sadly, his pale face as pale as paper, and his heart was sore.

When she suddenly heard that, she didn't know whether her mood was happy, sad, or a mixture of sadness and joy. In his previous life, the person he liked, or her? But in his previous life, she killed him?

"Good dog | blood... Can I not want this kind of plot?" Qu Tan'er asked the sky silently.

God, but silent.

because--

Life is like a story.

There will always be ups and downs, and if it is just a blind spot, it will appear monotonous and boring.

When you encounter it, you cannot change it, you must learn to adapt and face it calmly.

Qu Tan'er is not the kind of person who likes to complain. She leaned sideways and lie down next to Mo Liancheng.

I didn't rest overnight, and I drank some wine.

Close my eyes and wanted to take a short rest, but unexpectedly, I fell asleep...

In my dream, I saw him, always wearing white clothes, sitting quietly under the moonlight, staring at her with soft eyes, and laughing softly. The smile was so ethereal and nothingness, so it made her feel unreal.

She wanted to get closer to him, but the picture turned and lost his trace... Ah! She woke up and suddenly opened her eyes. The beautiful eyes were still filled with horror, but what caught her was a pair of concerned eyes and familiar facial features. Without thinking too much, she was closer to his arms.

And he had already encircled her arms and slowly tightened.

"What's wrong? Is it a nightmare?"

"Well..." The depressed response was incomplete.

It's her city...

Waited for a long time.

He quietly didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't say anything more comforting.

"Is it the young master? Or the city?" She buried her little head in his arms and asked softly.

"Not even, call me." Then he said this.

“…”

What a wonderful feeling that made her stunned.

After a while, he let go of her, stretched his waist, stood up gracefully and calmly, and got out of bed first. His slender jade fingers picked up the long gown on the screen next to him, put it on, and then tied a belt.

But a certain woman was still lying on the bed in a daze.

What's going on with this?

There is no crying as expected, nor does there is no warm and tender whisper as expected.

Even, as if nothing happened...

He only heard that he looked back, stared at her gently, and asked lightly: "Have you woke up? Get up when you wake up."

"..." She was stunned again.

Is this person really his city?
Chapter completed!