The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

But the common feature is that they are all very handsome and particularly consistent with their own aesthetics.

Closing her eyes, Luo Liyan wanted to quiet her head and capture the images carefully.

But it was too fast and there were too many flashes. She couldn't catch anyone's appearance quietly, but the corners of her mouth could not help but raise.

This made Yi Shurong's heart feel like it was on fire. He pinched Luo Liyan's waist with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to pull off every piece of her flesh.

Luo Liyan screamed in pain, but finally woke up a little.

She blinked her eyes, looking at Yi Shurong's handsome face with a depressed air in confusion, and was so frightened that she wanted to break away from his arms.

But the meat was already in her mouth, how could Yi Shurong let it go so easily?

"Are you awake?" He said in a deep voice, not hiding his manly voice.

But fortunately, he still knew how to control his sense, so only the two of them could hear clearly what he said.

"I'm not awake!" Luo Liyan vaguely remembered what she had just done, and quickly shook her head in resignation.

But with this shake, his head felt dizzy again, and then he leaned weakly on Yi Shurong's shoulder.

"Cousin... I feel uncomfortable... ugh... my head is dizzy..." She hummed softly.

It seemed like she was crying, but also like she was acting coquettishly.

Yi Shurong felt as if her heart was being scratched again and again with a small paw, and her mouth was a little dry.

The people below were so frightened that their legs weakened when they saw the two of them looking so tired and crooked.

Although they don't think there will be anything between Princess Mingshu and the Lord of Ding'an County, if this thing is taken out by someone to spread rumors, they still won't be able to live with it.

The more everyone thought about it, the more frightened they became, and they even regretted why they had to go all the way to give gifts.

It’s okay if this gift didn’t reach Princess Mingshu’s heart, but now she actually saw such an incredible thing.

The more those people thought about it, the more panic they felt, and they were all so anxious that they were about to cry.

"Come on, be good. If you drink two more glasses, your head won't hurt." Yi Shurong said, pouring another glass of fruit wine for Luo Liyan and bringing it to her mouth.

Luo Liyan was already awake, and her mouth was extremely dry. When she smelled the faint fruity aroma, she naturally drank the glass of wine without hesitation and took Yi Shurong's hand.

As a result, I drank too quickly, choked myself, and coughed heavily.

Yi Shurong's long eyelashes were slightly furrowed, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and then she patted Luo Liyan's back gently to help her breathe.

His gentle attitude seemed to melt people away.

When Luo Liyan finally regained her breath, he poured another glass. This time, Luo Liyan was frightened by the wine she had just choked on, and the last bit of consciousness in her was gone.

So this time, like a little squirrel, I held Yi Shurong's hand, took a few sips, and then refused to drink any more.

Feeling that her whole body was limp in her arms like a water snake, Yi Shurong completely lost interest in sitting here and directly hugged Luo Liyan horizontally.

"Time is running out, and I won't keep you here anymore. You all should go back." Yi Shurong glanced at the group of people who were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Finally, she seemed to have thought of something, and her tone became A bit more gloomy.