full of moonlight

Such unforgettable feelings were actually manipulated by others. Huang Liang had a dream, and after waking up, the throbbing was still there, but he knew clearly in his heart that everything was fake.

How cruel!

But the other person he was entangled with in this fate, the person he gave all his affection to, the person who made his heart ache every time he thought about it, should not be the object of his anger and hatred.Because in this matter, Xuan Yi has always been innocent.

He just happened to save himself who was suffering from Nightmare Love Gu at that time.

And is the victim of Nightmare Love Gu really just himself?Isn't Yu Xuanyi also a kind of deception to fall in love with the person who is obsessed with him because of the Nightmare Love Gu without knowing it?

After that, I often feel that there is a piece missing in my heart, and only by recalling the bits and pieces of being with Xuan Yi, can I seem to be able to fill that gap.

There was a bit of loneliness in the beautiful clear eyes, as if soaked in the autumn mist, with a touch of coldness.

I seem to still love you, Xuan Yi...

Human feelings are the most difficult thing to grasp, true or false, false or true, who can tell clearly?

Although everything was not good at the beginning, everything we have experienced together is real. How can we say that there is no trace?What's more, even the most intimate things have been done.The past time has already reflected colorful shadows in my heart, and the image of that person is also vivid and vivid, integrated into the flesh and blood, and cannot be separated.

A faint sigh escaped from the corner of his lips, Mu Shuyue hadn't felt such an extremely uncomfortable embarrassment and helplessness for a long time.

Retreat, reluctant and unwilling, advance, but don't know which end of the emotional connection, that person, will stick to that side?

If Xuan Yi knew his identity, would he still be as pleased with him as before?

Raising her arm slightly, scooping up a little water in the palm of her hand, staring at the water drops falling like broken beads with cold eyes, and then moving to her hand hanging on the water, a self-deprecating smile slightly curled up on the corner of Mu Shuyue's mouth.He remembered that Xuan Yi once boasted that his hands were beautiful, with fair and moist skin, and slender finger bones, which should be a pair of literati's hands playing the piano and splashing ink.It's a pity, he was wrong. These hands can't do those elegant things. What they are good at is using a sharp sword as a brush and blood as ink to paint the picture of heartless and ruthless killing!

If Xuan Yi knew about it, he would be disgusted, right?

He must be disgusted.

He shook his head slightly as if he thought it was ridiculous, and the bitter taste condensed on the corners of his lips.

Thinking of the time when I lost my memory, I often feel uneasy, let Xuan Yi promise not to abandon myself, I think I have a faint feeling in my heart at that time, right?

Xuan Yi, are you still willing to fulfill that promise?

never leave...

There were gentle footsteps coming slowly from far and near, and the faint fragrance of powder floated to her nose. Mu Shuyue's face darkened, she grabbed a hand stretched towards her shoulder sideways, and looked coldly at the man who seemed to be affected. Surprised beauty.

With a beautiful face and a slender figure, she is as delicate and beautiful as a newly bloomed flower, as if she was born to be loved by men.

It's just that he can't provoke the pity in Mu Shuyue's heart.

He let go of his hand, and the beauty immediately took a few steps back and knelt on the ground: "My slave, Qingyao, pay homage to the envoy."

The voice was as delicate as an oriole's light cry, but there was a faint trembling of fear.

Mu Shuyue frowned, and got up from the bath with the sound of splashing water, dripping water droplets rolled down her fair skin, shining with a different kind of charm in the crystal.The long floor-to-ceiling mirror on the side reflects the beautiful body of the ape-arm wasp waist, and the smooth curves depict the health and agility of a young man.

The bare feet stepped on the ground, leaving a string of wet marks.Mu Shuyue ignored the shivering figure on the ground, went straight to the hanger, picked up the bath towel and wiped off the water stains, then took off the brand new snow satin pajamas on the hanger and put it on her body, tied it loosely. He took off his belt, and then pulled out the hairpin on the top of his head, and three thousand ink silks fell down like a waterfall.