Chapter 269

With the gentle breeze, Leng junao, dressed in a black robe, stands beside the Zhu Zhu in the corridor. The pure black and the night are integrated into one. Zhu Zhu and his shadow are pulled longer by the moonlight.

Zhao Wanxi is walking on the corridor. She suddenly reaches out a hand in the dark. The next second, she falls into her familiar and warm chest. Then she raises her eyes. The man's eyes are as sharp as a knife. In the dark, they are as bright as a silver light.

"How can zipei suddenly have a miscarriage?"

The man's hoarse voice is full of overwhelming momentum. Obviously, he also thinks it's a coincidence.

Unable to breathe, Zhao Wanxi felt out of breath. Dingning stared at the tension in the man's eagle eyes and forgot to speak.

Leng junao soon noticed her strange, narrow eyes tiny Mi: "she is my cousin! Where do you want to go? "

Zhao Wanxi can see that even though he is indifferent to yunzipei on weekdays, his heart still cares about yunzipei.

"Zipei is the cousin of the seventh prince. It's reasonable for the seventh prince to care about her, but I haven't found out about zipei's miscarriage yet. If I have any news, I will tell the seventh prince at the first time. "

Zhao Wanxi opened the distance between them without leaving any trace. Her clear and cold tone showed her indifference of rejecting others thousands of miles away. She was not angry because Leng junao cared about yunzipei. Her body was only an instinctive reaction.

Leng junao's sword eyebrows are picked, and the deep and quiet ink pupil is cursing her. Her long and clear fingers hook her chin: "jealous?"

"The daughter of the people is just a little sleepy. If the seventh Prince doesn't have anything else to ask, the daughter of the people will go back to the house first to have a rest."

Her voice was a bit tired. In the faint moonlight, Leng junao just noticed the tired look on the woman's face and the dark circles under her eyes, which made her heart feel tight.

Zhao Wanxi gently pushed him away. Just as she was about to turn around, Leng junao put a hook on her long arm, encircled her back waist, forced her into her arms, bent her head to kiss her lips, and entered her sandalwood mouth.

Only feel the whirl of heaven, Zhao Wanxi brain extreme hypoxia into a blank, the man's hot breathing lifted her weak in his arms.

Until she felt that the man was hard as iron against her, Zhao Wanxi's heart beat faster and her brain was sober for a while. She pushed him away.

"It's getting late. Seven princes, please go back!"

Looking at her back, Leng Jun ran and rubbed her temple.

Woman's heart, seafloor needle, she said turn over, let Taishan collapse in front of all motionless he some inexplicable irritability.

Warily, she closed the doors and windows tightly. After washing, Zhao Wanxi opened the wardrobe, took her clean plain clothes and put them on. She could not help looking back and checking the doors and windows again. She was still closed.

Where does the wind come from?

She was really sleepy. Her whole body fell into a relaxed state and soon fell asleep. She felt that the bed was warmer and covered her whole body. Her incomparable feeling of tenderness and security made her sleep more stable.

The next morning, Zhao Wanxi wakes up from her sleep. She looks at the other side of the bed, cold and empty. Then she looks at the doors and windows, still closed.

But why does she always feel He was here last night?