Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

The man wore a blue long gown, and his figure was as tall as pine as a bamboo. A pair of dark eyes, a good temperament, is the kind of typical jade gentleman, as if the person who just did those **** was not him.

"It's wrong to offend the girl."

When he said this, he looked a little apologetic.

Fu Yue: "..."

If it wasn't for the tingling sensation remaining on the lips.

She really wants to believe in the evil of this man!

Looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, Fu Yue frowned. She walked closer and found that both of them had a very long and thin silver needle pierced in their necks, which was poisonous.

Fu Yue glanced sideways at the person standing next to him, with a calm tone, "Mr. is really a weird person. There are even institutions in the mourning hall."

Sheng Yun smiled lightly: "The girl is absurdly praised."

Fu Yue: "..."

She didn't want to talk to this person anymore, she turned around and left, but she felt dizzy as she stepped forward.

Top-heavy, and powerlessness strikes.

A cold hand touched her forehead, and the man's pleasant voice came.

"You have a fever."

Fu Yue pursed her lips.

Yes, this body had already escaped most of the night before she passed it through. It was heavy in the middle of the night, and her physical strength had long been overwhelmed.

She turned her head to look at Sheng Yun, who was still like a gentle gentleman.

"Girl, offended."

When the voice fell, the man bent down, put his hand around her waist, put his other hand on her leg and hugged her firmly.

Darkness strikes.

She fainted.

The dark fragrance lingered from the tip of his nose, which was a bit unclear and familiar.

...

Fu Yue had a dream.

A bizarre dream.

In the utter darkness, a pleasant male voice rang in her ears, suddenly far and near, hiding indescribable sadness.

"If you do it again, will Yue'er still choose him?"

"Yue'er wants me to die, right..."

"Then I really went."

...

Fu Yue's brain hurts to death.

That voice kept chattering in her ears.

What is not dead.

Annoyed to death, his brain hurts, Fu Yue cursed "get off".

The other party really calmed down.

Staring at her gloomily.

When Fu Yue finally woke up in a daze, she opened her eyes, her throat was hot and painful, her head-heavy, casual movement, she was dizzy after another.

She felt the scorching heat in her breath.

Sure enough, I had a fever.

At this time, a hand was stretched out to support her firmly.

Fu Yue turned his head, not surprisingly, met a pair of clear and narrow eyes, and the man's eyes were faintly concerned.

"Are you awake, drink the medicine."

As she said, a bowl of black soup medicine was handed to her lips.

Fu Yue stared at the bowl of bitter medicine, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Intuition tells her that this is not a good person.

She can't drink his medicine casually.

Thinking about this, Fu Yue drew back, her lips pressed tightly, and she looked at Sheng Yun with unabashed defense and resistance.

The other party was not at all annoyed, just smiled gently, put down the bowl of medicine, touched her forehead with the back of her hand, her voice was soft, and said, "Is it burnt? Why don't you look at me without talking?"

He passed the medicine in his hand to Fu Yue again.

Fu Yue looked at him.

The man looked back gently.

"Why, afraid of me being poisoned?"

Fu Yue: "..."

Now that you know, you still speak so openly.