At the same time, Xiang Wanwan led a horse and walked on the road to Zhuque Street.

She walked very slowly, and in half an hour, she had not yet finished her journey.

With the firelight of the Lin family, Wanwan's lips picked up a few points, and the steps under her feet were slower.

She is waiting for someone.

On the Suzaku Street at midnight, even night cats and wild dogs cannot be seen, and this atmosphere happens to be what the person likes.

Intuition told her that he would definitely come.

As the night gets colder, you will feel inexplicably lonely when you walk through an ancient and ancient building. Those hand-carved buildings are by no means comparable to the high-rise buildings built with steel and concrete in later generations. They seem to have souls and eyes, staring at the vicissitudes of the world all the time, silently witnessing what has happened and what is about to happen.

The night wind rises from the flat ground.

Wanwan stood still and tightened his clothes.

At some point behind her, a man appeared.

The long sword with a tall body, straight back and unsheathed back, was dressed in black, without any decoration, and leaned against the place very close to Wanwan like a shadow.

His body didn't really hit her.

But the long shadows of the two of them were truly entangled, like a couple entangled in the most intimate posture.

Xiang Wanwan slightly turned sideways.

The hairband on the head has been unbuttoned, and the black hair is pouring down gorgeously, and it is scattered everywhere.

The man stuck to the end of her hair, sniffed it twice, and sighed in a light and erratic voice, "It smells so fragrant, my favorite jasmine fragrance."

"Little Wolf, don't make trouble." Every time I see her, I must first untie her hair. This guy really has no choice but to do anything to him.

"Wanwan, this time you summoned me. I didn't even allow me to smell the incense. I rushed to death. After running thousands of miles, my legs were about to break." He complained with grievance, unable to see his face, only the sounds were far and near, and the sadness seemed to condense out of water.

I am pretending to be pitiful and begging for sympathy again.

Next, it must have been rubbing her back.

Sure enough, the thought flashed, and the man's head was no longer politely, rubbing like a pet who never grew up, asking for praise and praise, and running thousands of miles, which can be done without saying anything with his mouth. How can he be willing to do it without getting any benefits?

Wanwan knew his temperament, and the more he refused, the more he became.

The little wolf actually did not have any malice, nor did he have a thought and deliberately took advantage of the situation.

He just liked her taste, very much, especially, and even because of the lingering jasmine fragrance, Aiwu and Wu fell in love with her, for no reason, indulged her to the end.

So, she stood there motionless, waiting for him to have enough fun before she opened her mouth and said lightly, "I have something to ask you."

"Wanwan's business is mine, no need to ask for it." Xiaolang was already addicted to playing, and he turned around and around her, touching her earlobes and smelling the tip of her nose. He was idle for a moment.

The moon hangs in the sky, but it cannot illuminate the little wolf's face. No matter how he moves, he is backlit and backlit, it seems that he can't get a glimpse of his true appearance.

A slim thing always blocks the true appearance and refuses to let people see it clearly.
Chapter completed!