Chapter 650 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (69)

"I'm so angry."

The beauty in snow-clad kneeling on one knee in front of the bed, her robe hanging down on the ground, her slender fingertips touched Fu Yue's face, Wen Xian murmured to herself:

"Why do you smile at him and smile so gently..."

One thought is good, one thought is evil.

Wen Xian felt as if his brain had been torn in half, and his brain suddenly hurt. There were two voices in his head that kept shouting, making Wen Xian almost lose his mind.

One voice is tempting him to lock her up so that she can only see him; the other voice is persuading him to give up, otherwise she will hate him...

"What are you hesitating about? You have to know that she doesn't have you in her heart at all, and she has never considered your feelings!!"

"No, she will hate you, you can't do this..."

In the end, the devil prevailed.

The corners of the man's light red lips slightly curved into a self-deprecating arc. He continued to kneel half in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Fu Yue's shoulders, and helped her up.

Wen Xian reached out and hugged her.

His thin lips were pressed behind her ear, and a voice like a devil's whisper slowly sounded, "Lan'er, wake up, wake up -"

At Wen Xian's call.

Fu Yue really woke up, but her dark jade-like pupils lost focus and looked dull, blinking slowly, like an extremely beautiful and delicate doll.

Wen Xian kissed her lips and said seductively: "Lan'er, say you love me..."

Fu Yue really opened her lips and uttered two words, "I love you..."

Her eyes staring at Wen Xian were out of focus, but extremely beautiful, like a bottomless abyss. One look could make one fall.

A look of joy flashed across Wen Xian's face, but it immediately turned into deep anger, and his fair and handsome face was uncertain.

It looks like a snake spirit disease!

…

Through this spiritualism.

Wen Xian did a lot of excessive things. In modern times, it would be the kind of "three years starting, the maximum penalty is death penalty".

The flower was seduced.

It was delivered to my door and torn apart.

The flower cried.

It finally faded.

…

Early next morning.

Fu Yue regained her senses in a daze, but her brain was still throbbing in pain. Her eyesight was black and white, almost as if she was blind, and her face turned pale visibly to the naked eye.

What's up with her?

She only remembered that she had a nightmare last night.

My mind is clearly clear, but my body is out of control as if possessed by an evil spirit...

Damn it, it was still a dream.

The expression on Fu Yue's face instantly became very beautiful, turning blue and white, and her thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line.

The body moved.

She just felt something was wrong.

"..."

Fu Yue slowly raised her eyes.

What came into view was the man's exquisite and beautiful face, which was like a crown jewel. His dark eyes stared at her tenderly, as if he had been awake for a long time.

Fu Yue: "???!!!"

who is she?

Where is she?

what is she doing?

Yesterday I obviously slept alone, but the next morning there was someone else on the bed. This was simply terrifying! !

The answer just now gradually popped into Fu Yue's mind——

She is Ji Lan now.

She is in the bedroom of Chaoyang Palace.

She is being torn apart...

Fuck, what a bullshit dream, this is obviously reality! !

And, most importantly, the man did not stop tearing the flowers at all.

Fu Yue closed her eyes, "...get out of here."

Wen Xian pretended to be dead.

Fu Yue: "..."

She had never wanted to kill someone so much.

Good night

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