Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 352: Really Substituting

The silver moon fell outside the rain curtain, and the inn was quiet and silent.

The long street was dark, and the footsteps near the inn were hidden in the rain, accompanied by a few worried words from time to time.

"Young Master..."

"What Young Palace Master? You should call him Marquis Weiming when you are outside... Don't let any strangers hear it, otherwise the Marquis will be in trouble."

"Oh... I don't know how serious the Marquis's injury was. I saw from a distance that it was quite serious."

"Why? You still want to practice dual cultivation with him to heal your injuries?"

"Wow... If the Marquis really needs it, then, then I will definitely be happy to do it."

"You wish. The Palace Master and the former Palace Master are both here. It's not your turn to worry about them..."

"Ah? The Young Palace Master and the Palace Master will also practice dual cultivation with the Marquis? Is this appropriate?"

"...Dual cultivation is the only thing on your mind, right?"

The gossip of several Taixuan Palace disciples soon disappeared in the cold wind. They patrolled the surroundings with lanterns in hand to prevent any thieves from approaching, and occasionally chatted to relieve their boredom.

Inside the inn, yellow lights were dim.

Xiao Lengyue and Xiao Yuanmu sat on the edge of the couch, with their upper bodies slightly bent inward. Xiao Yuanmu was not that bad, but Xiao Lengyue's full breasts, wrapped in her clothes, drooped with a sense of oppression, and the curve was like a full moon.

Xiao Lengyue didn't pay attention to these small details, but just reached out to tease Zhao Wumian with a little curiosity.

Xiao Yuanmu's hands were much smaller than Xiao Lengyue's. Seeing her soft embrace, she did not let go, but slowly moved down to make room for Xiao Lengyue. Anyway, with Zhao Wumian's physique, it was more than enough.

She glanced at Xiao Lengyue's reaction secretly.

Xiao Lengyue had obviously never actually seen a man's body before, and there was no trace of shyness or embarrassment in her eyes at this moment, only curiosity.

There was silence in the house, only the slight sound of things turning upside down.

Xiao Yuanmu, who had experience, couldn't even get started. Just by listening, he couldn't help but frown and felt strange in his heart.

But Xiao Lengyue didn't seem to have any abnormal reaction.

She asked softly, "Do you feel anything?"

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and raised her hand to lower the curtain of the couch as if trying to cover up her crime.

The unbearable strange atmosphere became even stronger.

Hearing this, Xiao Lengyue hadn't said anything yet, but Zhao Wumian, who was lying on the couch, was the first to lose control.

Not to mention that Zhao Wumian was conscious at the moment, even if he was really unconscious, he could not withstand the two women's treatment. It was purely an instinctive reaction.

Xiao Lengyue raised her eyebrows frivolously, then glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and said with a smile: "I have really watched him grow up since he was a child."

"You still have the mind to tell this joke..." Xiao Yuanmu's tone sounded a little helpless.

Xiao Lengyue realized that this was not the time to play around, so she calmed her mind. However, although she was an old hand, she had little experience in matters between men and women, and had not yet experienced the taste of lust.

Xiao Lengyue suddenly stopped, looked sideways at Xiao Yuanmu, and said seriously:
"This... lust, lust, should be left to nature. When the mood is right, even if you don't do these things, lust will naturally arise in your heart. If you force it too much at this moment, it will lose its charm."

But can you please not stop...

When Zhao Wumian thought of this, he suddenly realized that his filial piety seemed to have become corrupted.

Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and felt that it was because of his presence that Xiao Lengyue couldn't let go, so he said: "Then I leave? If there are others watching, I will indeed lose the mood..."

"That's not what I meant..." Xiao Lengyue wanted to say that I want to have a child with your lover, but in the end she would drive you away and play by herself. Wouldn't it make her seem like a vicious and selfish person?

But there is definitely a difference between being three people together and being alone with two people.

At the moment, it was about the great cause of anti-Li Fuchen. Things had come to this point. She had even seen Zhao Wumian grow up again. If she continued to be hesitant, it would only be pretentious.

Xiao Lengyue said bluntly: "Then go to the next room and wait."

Xiao Yuanmu's childish face suddenly looked strange. She wanted to play with her own man, but she had to wait in the next room?

This this……

Xiao Yuanmu stood up silently with a blank expression, pulled aside the curtain and got off the bed, comforting himself in his heart that this matter concerned Fan Li Fu Chen and his master's happiness for half his life, and he was just trying to see if there was any sexual desire, not really going to bed...

"Oh, by the way, help Master get a bottle of good wine, it might help liven up the party."

Xiao Yuanmu paused slightly, and the collar of her clothes rose and fell visibly. If she hadn't known that Xiao Lengyue was really trying to add interest and liven up the atmosphere, she would have almost suspected that this was an intentional provocation.

If it was Luo Chaoyan, Xiao Yuanmu would have gone up to start a fight if Mu Lier had said that...but this is her own master, could she really do that?
Xiao Lengyue pointed her finger at her chin and glanced sideways at Zhao Wumian, her eyes moving up and down. She was still wondering whether she would fall in love with Wumian, so she didn't notice that Xiao Yuanmu's mood was a little strange.

Xiao Yuanmu took out the fine Lan wine he had brought with him, and left without even looking back. He closed the door, and in a blink of an eye, only Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue were left in the room, and it became quiet.

Zhao Wumian's heart began to beat fast, and he thought that he should wake up and have a good talk with his aunt about this matter, but Xiao Lengyue specifically chose to talk about this when he was unconscious, obviously not wanting him to know.

In Xiao Lengyue's heart, she obviously still values ​​her image as Zhao Wumian's aunt.

If Zhao Wumian really woke up, it would only embarrass Xiao Lengyue.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian continued to pretend to be unconscious with his eyes closed, but his extraordinary perception still allowed him to detect Xiao Lengyue's every move.

Whoosh————

The evening breeze slapped the window paper, and the sound of wind and rain echoed outside the inn.

Bo————

The subtle sound of the cork being pulled out reached Zhao Wumian's ears, followed by the subtle "gurgling" sound of swallowing. Xiao Lengyue seemed to want to give himself courage, or to get himself drunk, so he simply drank a pot of wine.

A martial arts master can use his internal energy to expel alcohol. If he doesn't want to get drunk, he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. But if he wants to get drunk, he doesn't need martial arts, and he's no different from an ordinary person.

Xiao Lengyue obviously wanted to get drunk at this moment, not to have sex after drinking and make things a fait accompli, but to numb her nerves temporarily, so that she could ignore the constraints brought by her identity as much as possible and face her true heart seriously.

What Xiao Yuanmu said was very right. Xiao Lengyue definitely didn't want to have a baby with Zhao Wumian just to oppose Li Fuchen... If she wanted to have a baby, it must be because she liked Zhao Wumian and wanted to have a baby with him.

At this moment, I want to stop considering my aunt and nephew, stop considering Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu, and only consider Xiao Lengyue and Zhao Wumian... Only consider if I put those external things aside, will Xiao Lengyue really like Zhao Wumian?

Crunch—pop.

The weight of the soft couch beside me suddenly lightened, the curtains were drawn aside, and then there was the sound of an empty wine jug being placed on the bedside table.

Tread-

After two or three short footsteps, the curtain seemed to be lifted and lowered again, but there was no more oppressive feeling from the soft couch beside him. Xiao Lengyue seemed to be standing by the bed, looking at Zhao Wumian carefully.

Zhao Wumian was afraid that opening his eyes would embarrass his aunt, so he not only kept his breathing steady, he also tried his best to suppress his heartbeat, trying to make it the same as usual. He simply relied on his perception and the movements around him to guess Xiao Lengyue's every move.

But when he thought of his aunt staring at him beside the bed, Zhao Wumian couldn't help feeling complicated.

He thought that committing debauchery in the harem with the empress dowager and sleeping in her bed at night were the most heinous things in the world. However, he never imagined that when he returned to Jiangnan, there would be something even more heinous waiting for him.

The Queen Mother is fine, after all, she is only related to the girl next to Zhao Wumian, but Xiao Lengyue is the aunt who watched Zhao Wumian grow up...

That psychological feeling is simply indescribable to outsiders.

crunch————

His mind was in a turmoil and his body sank slightly. His aunt sat down beside him and stroked Zhao Wumian's forehead with her bare hand again. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol he had drunk, but her palm was much warmer than before.

Tread————

Two soft sounds were heard, as if an embroidered shoe was kicked off. The plump figure beside her changed her position and lay sideways beside Zhao Wumian, sharing the same pillow with him.

Xiao Lengyue had her hair combed like a woman, with all her black hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head, so only a few strands of hair on her forehead lightly touched Zhao Wumian's face, causing a slight itch.

But more than that, it was the mature and subtle fragrance of a mature woman that Xiao Lengyue had.

"call----"

There was hot air blowing from the side of his face, so hot that it seemed to melt Zhao Wumian's heart, and there was also a smell of alcohol, which seemed to make him intoxicated.

Xiao Lengyue said that she wanted to test whether she would have sexual desire for Zhao Wumian, but she did not do anything excessive. She just lay beside him, slowly stretched out her little hand, and gently stroked half of Zhao Wumian's face.

After a few breaths, she suddenly whispered, "You did a great job tonight. Yuanmu has too much on his shoulders and is seriously injured and weak right now, but he still has you to rely on. Even if the spear master Chen Qiyuan comes looking for him, he can't do anything to Yuanmu with you here..."

Xiao Lengyue whispered some of her inner thoughts to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian did not respond, his breathing was steady.

She continued, "I am actually a little jealous of what you see. When I was Yuanmu's age, I had nothing and had to rely on myself for everything. Every night, I would toss and turn in bed. I have actually fantasized about having a shoulder to lean on one day. It would not be bad."

As he spoke, Xiao Lengyue pressed the soft couch with one hand, propped up his upper body, and leaned on Zhao Wumian's shoulder.

My shoulders felt heavy, and the hair on my forehead was touching my shoulders, neck, and cheeks, making me feel a little itchy.

But Xiao Lengyue's face was pressing against his shoulder, and the touch was smooth, and he didn't know what it felt like.

Xiao Lengyue tried it, then raised her face and smiled at Zhao Wumian.

"It feels really good. If you weren't unconscious now, I wouldn't dare to lean on you like this. After all, I have to save face... I'd rather lie down for a while now."

Xiao Lengyue then leaned on Zhao Wumian's shoulder again. She was a martial arts master, a Taixuan rebel, and a princess of the Chen Kingdom, but at this moment, there was no trace of these identities on her. She only looked a bit like a naive little woman.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but think, if the Chen Kingdom had not been destroyed and the family had not been ruined, Xiao Lengyue would not have to bear the national hatred and family feud of Li Chen, and she would have been just an ordinary princess of the Chen Kingdom, and would definitely be a lively, youthful and spiritual woman.

He would hide his identity on snowy days, drag Jiu'er to the streets of Yingtian to eat hot snacks, then exhale white air on snowy days, smile at Jiu'er and say things like "It's so hot, so hot".

She would run through the streets and alleys of Yingtian, shadow puppet artists would make figurines based on her, literati would leave poems about her, and she would sleep under the big locust tree in the afternoon of late spring until dusk.

Unfortunately, this is just if.

Xiao Lengyue didn't know what Zhao Wumian was thinking. At the moment, they were alone, Zhao Wumian was unconscious, and a little drunk, so she said things without any scruples that she would not have said before.

"But I am your aunt. If I really want to lean on your shoulder, can you not let me lean on it? But the shoulder of the person next to me is different..."

As she spoke, Xiao Lengyue realized that she had something "important" to do, so she suddenly smiled and continued, "Now, Auntie wants to treat you as her bedmate..."

She rested her head on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, and suddenly lifted up one of her plump long legs from under her skirt and placed it sideways on Zhao Wumian, like a clingy girlfriend.

But with this posture, the hem of her skirt inevitably slid up, revealing Xiao Lengyue's white and delicate calves beneath her skirt.

It was early summer, and we were in the south of the Yangtze River, so the weather was hot. Therefore, I did not wear any thin pants underneath, but only my underwear.

The pure white stockings on her feet were not as white as her skin.

However, if Xiao Lengyue had simply crossed her legs and hugged Zhao Wumian, she would probably have fallen asleep due to being drunk, so it was obviously not that simple.

She raised her hand and pulled up the hem of her skirt slightly, revealing her graceful white legs. She found the right position, clamped her calves backwards, and her heels were almost touching the back of her perky buttocks.

No matter how patient Zhao Wumian was, he couldn't help but choke on his breathing. He had never even tried this method before.

Xiao Lengyue was a little drunk, and was concentrating on thinking about how to arouse his sexual desire. He did not notice anything wrong, but just hugged Zhao Wumian even tighter. The full moon pressed against Zhao Wumian's chest, almost becoming a crescent.

Xiao Lengyue hugged Zhao Wumian tightly with her arms, looking serious, but she obviously had no experience... She was obviously trying to arouse her sexual desire, so why did she keep teasing Zhao Wumian over and over again?
Zhao Wumian couldn't open his mouth to remind him and could only bear it silently.

But after just rubbing for a while, Xiao Lengyue felt that she didn't have any strange reaction, so she knew that this posture was not working. She stretched out her long legs and lay on Zhao Wumian to ponder for a moment, and suddenly remembered the bad things that Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu had secretly done.

After all, she had no experience and she didn't usually read books like "Auntie's Spring". She could only refer to Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu. Therefore, she stood up calmly and knelt beside Zhao Wumian.

She first deliberately blew a breath towards Zhao Wumian, and then laughed "hehe", without any shyness, and slightly opened her red lips.

Why should she be ashamed? She is not a teenage girl. Anyway, Zhao Wumian was seriously injured and had not woken up yet.

No matter how much Zhao Wumian could endure, this was a bit too much of a test for him.

"Ugh!?"

Xiao Lengyue suddenly jumped up from the couch, her face full of surprise. She looked confused and her eyes wandered over Zhao Wumian, her face flushed inexplicably.

I don’t know if it was because of drunkenness, anger, or something else.

Zhao Wumian couldn't pretend to be faint now. He could only cough lightly a few times and slowly open his eyes. However, he still underestimated how taboo Xiao Lengyue was about this matter.

If Zhao Wumian doesn't know, then Xiao Lengyue won't think anything is excessive. But if Zhao Wumian regains consciousness, will she still have her face as his concubine?
Therefore, without waiting for Zhao Wumian to open his eyes, as soon as he showed signs of waking up, Xiao Lengyue disappeared in a flash, and even took away her embroidered shoes.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't want to listen to the noise coming from next door, so she sat cross-legged in the room, closed her eyes, regulated her breathing, and thought about her injuries. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Lengyue suddenly appeared in front of her.

When she opened her eyes, Xiao Lengyue's face was flushed and she looked embarrassed. The most eye-catching thing was that her face and the front of her clothes were inexplicably wet, like thick soybean milk...

Before Xiao Yuanmu could react, she saw Xiao Lengyue suddenly approaching her, smearing some thick soy milk on her lips, then suddenly pulling her up and leaving.

Xiao Yuanmu's martial arts skills are not as good as Xiao Lengyue's now, and she was caught off guard. When she came to her senses, she had already appeared in front of Zhao Wumian's bed without her knowing when, and Xiao Lengyue... was nowhere to be seen at all.

Looking down, Zhao Wumian coughed a few times, opened his eyes, and met the eyes of Xiao Yuanmu who was standing blankly in front of the couch. Then they both stood there in a daze.

Zhao Wumian rubbed his eyes subconsciously. Eh? Wasn't that my aunt just now? The one who was hugging me was my aunt, the one who was talking to me was my aunt, the one who was holding me with her legs bent was my aunt, why did I open my eyes?

After all, Zhao Wumian was too badly injured and his perception was dull. Xiao Lengyue used 120% of her lightness skill level, but even he didn't notice when she had replaced the original.

The same was true for Xiao Yuanmu. He had never expected that Xiao Lengyue's speed and reaction could be so fast.

If she had this skill, would she have needed to take the risk of Zhao Wumian to go to the capital? She could have easily become a thief and stolen the red silk from Naraku...

Emotions were mixed, and the two knew that Xiao Lengyue did not want the situation to be exposed, but they still remained silent for a few seconds.

Xiao Yuanmu licked the corner of his lips subconsciously, knowing what this thing was. In order to cover for Xiao Lengyue, he opened his mouth and said:
"You're still so energetic even though you fainted? Bad luck in love is bad luck in love..."

Zhao Wumian didn't want to point out Xiao Lengyue's affairs, so he pretended to be confused, lowered his head and glanced at himself, then looked at Xiao Yuanmu, "You know I'm strong, but you still..."

"Shut up! Lie down quietly. I'll get some water to wash up."

Xiao Yuanmu immediately glared at Zhao Wumian. Although he reacted quickly, he was still confused in his heart. He responded to Zhao Wumian casually and left, leaving him alone in the room.

The yellow light in the room was dim, and Zhao Wumian could no longer pretend to be asleep. He lay on the couch, his nose wafting with the scent of his aunt still lingering in the air.

In the next room, Xiao Lengyue opened the window, caught some rain with her fair and tender hands, and wiped her face impatiently, her ears slightly red.

Xiao Yuanmu flashed into the room, took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the corners of his lips, looked at her helplessly, and whispered: "How did you wake him up..."

"How should I know...suddenly, just, ah..." Xiao Lengyue closed the window, wiped her face with her sleeve, and looked back at Xiao Yuanmu, "He didn't notice anything wrong, right?"

"Probably not..." Xiao Yuanmu didn't care about such a small matter, and asked instead: "How do you feel? Is there... desire?"

Xiao Lengyue pondered for a moment and felt that there was nothing strange about his body, so he shook his head.

Xiao Yuanmu frowned, "You don't feel anything at this level, so you obviously don't have that kind of feelings for him..."

"After all, I watched him grow up...how about trying again later?" Xiao Lengyue seemed a little unwilling.

"Later? How can there be so many laters? Do you dare to try when he is awake?"

Xiao Lengyue was in a dilemma, pacing back and forth in the room, and after a few seconds he said:

"Wumian doesn't remember me... I guess that's why I'm so worried about this. When he recovers his memory, find a way to knock him out. Then I'll try again."

Xiao Yuanmu understood Xiao Lengyue's thoughts. When Zhao Wumian didn't remember her, although she knew he was still himself, it was like a thorn in her heart that Zhao Wumian didn't remember her, which always made her feel uncomfortable.

It was not until the two of them revisited their old place that the thorn was completely removed...If not for this, Xiao Yuanmu would not have been able to get whatever he wanted in recent days.

She could only nod, put down her handkerchief, and said:

"Try again after he recovers his memory. If it doesn't work even once...then you should give up the idea of ​​switching the baby. You can't really have a baby with a man you don't like just for the sake of switching the baby, right?"

Xiao Lengyue wiped the front of her clothes with a handkerchief, "I see... Go and accompany him quickly. I will change my clothes and take a bath to prevent him from noticing something is wrong."

Xiao Yuanmu walked into the house carrying hot water, placed the basin in front of the couch, soaked his handkerchief in it, and helped Zhao Wumian wipe, like a girlfriend who patiently helped her boyfriend clean up afterward.

But this wasn’t her fault...what victim?
The two of them felt strange, but they couldn't express it in words.

Zhao Wumian cleared away the distracting thoughts in his mind and was about to change the subject by talking about business, when he saw Xiao Yuanmu suddenly pinch him hard and asked in a secret voice, "Have you woken up a long time ago?"

Zhao Wumian was strangled and gasped. He smiled slightly when he heard the words, "As expected of you, you can even find this...hiss, it hurts, it hurts, don't you want to use it anymore?"

The two of them can talk about any topic and never hide anything from each other, just like an old married couple, never hiding anything.

Xiao Yuanmu snorted coldly and let go of her hand. She knew that Zhao Wumian would not be able to be played around by her and Xiao Lengyue like a fool.

She smiled, but there was no trace of a smile on her face, "You are actually secretly happy in your heart, right?"

"How is that possible? I am also confused... You are feeling uncomfortable. You didn't get angry when your aunt was discussing this with you just now. Why are you angry with me now?"

"Because I am filial."

Xiao Yuanmu suddenly lifted up Zhao Wumian's arm and bit it hard, even drawing blood. She then stopped biting and said fiercely, "I can't be angry with her, so I'll just bully her nephew!"

Putting himself in Xiao Yuanmu's shoes, Zhao Wumian himself felt annoyed, so he just let her go. The pain was not as bad as the injuries on his body, so he just lay on the couch and said with a little concern:
"There's poison in my blood."

"A little bit of poison, how can it possibly harm me... I'm just too badly injured, and I can't fight as well as the average martial artist, but I'm still pretty good at resisting poison..."

Xiao Yuanmu licked the scarlet blood on his pink lips, spoke lightly, then soaked his handkerchief and helped Zhao Wumian wipe it.

He used so much force that his skin was almost peeled off, as if he wanted to completely wash away all the remaining scent of Xiao Lengyue.

Zhao Wumian thought it was cute and was in a good mood. He just wiped it for a while, and Xiao Yuanmu felt stiff again and glanced at Zhao Wumian sideways.

Zhao Wumian looked away, "You praised me for being strong... it's true."

Xiao Yuanmu retracted his gaze, threw the handkerchief into the basin, and warned:
"Whether you are secretly happy or confused, I am angry now. It doesn't matter. But Master also needs to save face. When you recover your memory in the future, I will give it another try... You must not let her know that you are awake. Find an opportunity and pretend to be unconscious again."

"I think it's better to talk to her."

"Chat? What to talk about? Use the same method you use to seduce other girls to tease Master? If you really do that, I'll see if she will beat you up. Listen to me and pretend to faint again."

Xiao Yuanmu rolled his eyes at him.

Zhao Wumian recalled the fierce look on Xiao Lengyue's face when she took off her embroidered shoes and beat him. If he really dared to show any impropriety towards her, Xiao Lengyue would really beat him.

Ye nodded first, then smiled at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "I'll look handsome tonight and help you solve the problem of the Gun Master."

"Is he worthy of being my biggest threat?" Xiao Yuanmu shook his head slightly with a disdainful tone, but at this point, he couldn't help but smile and said "thank you" to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian didn't say much, just opened his hands. She paused, leaned on his shoulder obediently, and kicked off her embroidered shoes.

Zhao Wumian hugged Xiao Yuanmu. Although his figure was not as big as Xiao Lengyue's at this moment, and it even seemed like he was hugging his own daughter, Zhao Wumian's heart was very calm and he felt only warmth.

"By the way, where is Chen Qiyuan?"

"I don't know, maybe he's dead."

"Oh."

The two of them stopped talking and the room returned to silence.

There was a faint sound of water pouring coming from the next room. It was probably Xiao Lengyue boiling water to prepare for a bath.

The two still didn't speak, just hugged each other.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wumian suddenly spoke, grinning, "Yuan Mu..."

"Huh? What?" Xiao Yuanmu made a nasal sound, his tone as innocent as a girl.

"Can it still grow up?"

Xiao Yuanmu's tone was full of interest, and also seemed to be majestic from a high position. "Do you want sister's reward?"

"What kind of reward is that... It's only a cup of tea, and it seems like I can't do anything?"

Xiao Yuanmu gave Zhao Wumian a charming look, her body slowly grew taller, her tone was like a dream, she said softly and mistily, "Sister is full of treasures, and you are so comfortable..."

rustle----

Outside the inn, the wind and rain were still blowing, but I don't know when the yellow light inside the house went out.

The amorous man and woman obviously forgot that there was someone next door.

Xiao Lengyue untied her belt, let her dress fall off, and slowly stepped into the bathtub. Suddenly she paused and glanced sideways at the wooden wall with a surprised expression.

No, I will go to visit Wumian after I take a shower. How can I visit him now?

Xiao Lengyue splashed water and seemed distracted as she took a bath. She would have to wait until tomorrow to meet Zhao Wumian... That was good too, to avoid embarrassment.

She was in mixed feelings. She washed casually and stepped out of the bathtub, listening to the subtle noises coming from next door. She was about to take a towel to wipe her body, but she stood there in a daze.

A few seconds later, Xiao Lengyue stepped into the bathtub again for some unknown reason.

Xiao Lengyue discovered something extraordinary.

She had tried everything, but she just couldn't get the feeling Xiao Yuanmu described... But listening to Wumian and Yuanmu's struggles, she seemed to...

The last time I was listening to Lan Zhuang, it seemed to be the same.

Could it be that she is a little bit different from normal people?

Xiao Lengyue suddenly raised her hands to splash warm water onto her face.

Crash---

I can’t sleep tonight…

(End of this chapter)