Wang Ye is a Demon

Gu Yining thought, walked towards the moon, squatted down leisurely on the edge of the bed, and studied the moon in front of him like a handicraft.

If it was really changed by Mo Jianchen, then who is Mo Jianchen?

Her lips curled slightly, as if she was about to say something, but for a long time she didn’t say a word, nothing, yes or no, it’s not that important to her anymore, if Mo Jianchen is really like the prophet said it was her The love that cannot be avoided, then she has nothing to resist.

Turning around, sitting on the bed, the faint pain from her shoulders made her suddenly realize that she has not changed her dressing.

"Huan'er!" Gu Yining yelled. She wanted Huan'er to change her dressing.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no one.

"Huan'er...?" Gu Yining called again. Seeing no one responded, Gu Yining called Liuli again.

But no one responded.

Maybe she was asleep... Gu Yining didn't think much about it. She lay on the bed, and it won't hurt to change tomorrow.

The night was as dark and quiet as ink, no one noticed that in this silence, the moon slowly opened his eyes and turned into a human form.

He walked slowly to the bed and sat down cautiously, as if he was afraid of waking Gu Yining.

Gu Yining was right, the moon was indeed Mo Jianchen.

She slept there quietly, like a hibiscus just out of the water, with a beautiful face.

He slowly bent down, and the even breath softly fell on his handsome face, lowered his eyes, there was no fierceness between his eyebrows, replaced by the gentleness of water.

Perhaps only at this moment, he dared to approach like this. The distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer. Finally, his thin lips lightly touched her soft lips, like a dragonfly, with what was right to her. Love, and guilt for her.

It took a long time before he reluctantly left her lips and put the quilt on her intimately, and his skeletal hand stroked her soft hair.

The deep eyes suddenly tightened-the hairpin he gave her was gone.

Those eyes slowly dimmed. Is she not liking it?

Mo Jianchen looked at her thoughtfully, and it took a long time before he decided to explain the misunderstanding to her.

The big hand lightly held her hand that stretched out of the quilt, and slowly closed her eyes. The densely long eyelashes lightly cover the handsome face, as if carefully carved.

Demon-can enter the dreams of others, observe or control the dreams of others.

In Gu Yining's dream, it was dark. He tried to slowly light up her dark dream. In front of her, the appearance of Mingxianzhai slowly emerged.

Gu Yining stood at the door of Mingxianzhai, everything was just like what happened tonight, the same red dress, the same female voice came from the house, the only difference was that there was no Junli.

She wanted to turn around and leave, but she didn't want that hand to knock on the door of Mingxianzhai. Mo Jianchen didn't come to open the door. A light breeze blew the door quietly.

Inside, the room was bright, and Mo Jianchen was sitting on the bed, and then a woman's back was caught in her eyes-in the same red dress as her, the collar was pulled to the shoulders and shoulders. , Is a **** red, is a wound.

"Keep it light, it will really hurt..." Gu Yi's heart trembled in a gentle and familiar female voice.

The two people inside auzw.com didn't seem to notice her, or that she was like an invisible person, watching what was happening in front of her.

The man gently bandaged her with a muslin, and the arrogant Eighth Prince was unexpectedly gentle in front of the woman in front of him.

He has a lot of bad temper, and a lot of overbearing and unreasonable stubbornness, but he gave all the tenderness to the woman in front of him.

The woman pulled up the collar lightly and smiled back.

The face was Qingcheng, but that face stunned Gu Yining—the one sitting inside was actually a woman who looked exactly like her.

Suddenly awakened, Gu Yining opened his eyes suddenly, the sky was faintly bright, and the sound of rain outside the house was pattering-it rained all night.

No one was around, Gu Yining sat up from the bed: "Huan... Liuli..."

I thought they would walk in from outside the house to take care of her as before, but didn't want to wait for a long time, and there was no slightest movement.

She put on a light-colored dress, pierced a low ponytail and pushed open the door. Since the two little girls didn't come to her, she had to go to the two little girls.

The two girls' room was next to hers. Gu Yining walked quickly to the front of the room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, without responding for a long time.

Gu Yining frowned slightly in Liu's eyebrows, and seemed to notice something strange. Shouldn't...whatever, they will always come out and open the door? Could it be...

Gu Yining thought about it, and opened the door without hesitation.

The moment the door was opened, Gu Yining was stunned-the room was neat but there was no one.

Where did they go? If you say it like this... wouldn't they not be here yesterday?

Turning around, just about to find Huan'er and Liuli, he found Mo Jianchen standing at the door.

Like a young man, he walked towards her under an umbrella, and the rain fell on the umbrella, making a fine patter, and then splashed on the ground.

The breeze was blowing, and a few strands of broken hair were gently blown up. In the light rain, he was unexpectedly handsome, just like a boy walking out of the painting.

She looked at that Mo Jianchen, she was looking out of God for a while, and her heart finally calmed down again. At this moment, the man in front of her approached step by step, and she looked at him at a loss—not sure what to do. How to face him.

If he hadn't been enamored with him, then there would be no such end.

Perhaps in the face of love, she was too weak and too inferior, so when Mo Jianchen approached, she did not hesitate to turn around and escape into the house.

But as soon as she turned around, a force pulled her back gently. Before she could react, he was hugged into the warm arms. He threw down the umbrella and hugged her with the other hand. Her slender waist.

Obviously stunned by him, hurt by him, but the moment he put her in his arms, those emotions began to melt slowly by his gentleness, and then turned into smoke, fainting the lingering smoke, it was one A throbbing heart.

Gu Yining secretly cursed that she was not promising, and buried her head in his chest with tears.

He didn't wear much, and vaguely felt the tears faint and wet on his clothes, he held her, and there was a burst of joy in his heart-she still cares about him. The corners of his mouth can't help but lift up, revealing a nice arc, like the warm sun after the rain.

"Still uncomfortable?" The voice was low, and she seemed to feel his chest vibrating from the sound.

With her head buried on his chest, she shook her head vigorously, wiped away those tears, and raised her head stubbornly: "Why do you feel that I am uncomfortable?"

Just about to scold him for being arrogant and narcissistic, he was interrupted by his words: "Only the tears you left in front of this king's clothes."