Chapter 1202

Zhao Wanxi apricot eyes slightly Zheng, staring at the man's side face, he has focused into his own thoughts.

But she turned her eyes. Unexpectedly, when she arrived at the post station, Leng junao came to her room again. What's more, she had no reason to drive him away!

Look at his incised face, which is as deep as knife carving. He looks more handsome because of his serious and attentive expression. Under the yellow candle fire, he is more and more confused.

This idea flashed through Zhao Wanxi's mind. She soon woke up, pinched her thigh and said to herself: Zhao Wanxi, are you crazy? What's going on in your head?

In order to prevent her from thinking again, Zhao Wanxi quickly climbed into bed and slept in peace, with her back to the man's direction.

Under the jumping candle fire, Leng junao, who looks attentive, slowly raises his eyes. His pupils, like ink, slowly cast their eyes at the thin and full back on the bed. His thin lips unconsciously slightly hook up, and his eyes are soft.

The moon is dim outside the window, and the woman on the bed sleeps more and more deeply

In the mist, there was a pair of hands holding her neck tightly. Zhao Wanxi tried hard to resist, but she couldn't get rid of the big hand like a pair of pliers.

She wanted to shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a mass of cotton, and she could not shout.

"Go to hell!"

Zhao Wan's voice is still in the air like a cold hand.

This hand is different from the cold palm on her neck. This hand is warm and warm.

"Xi'er, wake up..."

Zhao Wanxi opened her eyes and looked at the man's deep and dignified eagle eyes.

Leng Jun Ao's eyebrows are locked. A woman has a nightmare. The sweat oozing from her forehead makes his heart clench. She feels very sad!

Zhao Wanxi opened her eyes and suddenly realized that she had a nightmare just now, but that dream was so real, and it was not the first time

The most important thing is that the voice in the dream is from the person she met in the dungeon of Yuliao palace, Leng Siyan!

There can never be such a coincidence in the world. It must have something to do with it, but she still can't think of any clue.

She turns her eyes on Leng junao. Maybe he can help himself!

"I should have met him somewhere, but I can't remember

She fixed her eyes on him. Leng Jun's eagle eyes were half narrowed. There was a complex light in the slit. Did she remember who she was? Obviously It's not him!

Trying to suppress the complex emotions in his heart, Leng junao still clenched the catkin of a woman and gave a low response: "who is he?"

She remembered! It's not him, but it's a good start.

Zhao Wanxi's eyes were full of sleep: "the man in the dungeon, nanlinhuang's brother, yelujiao's fiance..."

It's him!

Leng junao's eyes suddenly dimmed a bit, he is indeed their nightmare!

At the thought of Leng Siyan's dead and disturbing Qingmeng, Leng junao only hates that he is too kind to him, but now he can only suppress his emotion and comfort him in a low voice: "he's dead! Dead people can't hurt you any more... "

Zhao Wanxi is still in shock. She can't understand why the same dream appears many times?