It was two o'clock in the morning when the car stopped at the imperial palace.
Tong en has a small face, pale and ugly. He looks at the man who is pulling himself forward in front of him. He is powerless and can only let him bring himself in.
As soon as the door opened, sister Lin quickly came forward and cared, "Sir, Miss Tong Do you want me to prepare some supper? "
He buried his head in her neck, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His cool lips were on her skin. Tong en suddenly hid. He immediately raised his hand and pinched her chin. "The second time, hide again?"
"Why don't you talk?"
In a word, it's like a lover's murmur, and it's like venting his discontent. Tong en can feel the heat coming from his thin clothes.
It's a little cold. He sticks to her back and warms her up. He takes her in his arms, and the breath falls quietly in her ears.
The cold voice spread from behind. Tong en shook his mind, and her finger abdomen was pricked by thorns. She quickly closed her fingertips, and a few drops of blood twisted on her fingertips. Before she answered, the man behind her had come forward to encircle her waist and suddenly hugged her. A few steps between them were pulled closer by him, and her strong arm was firmly locked on her chest.
"Why don't you go to the guest room tonight?"
Tong en reached out to touch the rose. She thought that she probably touched the other side of Wang Yi, but that side was trembling.
Looking down, there was a vase with a narrow mouth. The red roses of Yaozhi seemed to grow out of the vase. Each bud was waiting to open. Before it bloomed, no one knew whether it was beautiful or ugly.
When she entered the bedroom, she seemed to hear the last sentence he left. If Wang Yi she saw was not the real Wang Yi, then who was it?
"What you see is not who I am."
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Sister Lin was scared out of her soul by his words. The man threw them down and walked upstairs.
Wan Jingting came closer, pointed to the group on the ground, and said coldly: "throw it away, let me see it again, you don't have to appear."
Lin was suddenly as like as two peas. He turned to look at the man in the light. It was difficult to find second people in such a look and air field. The only way he saw him was frightened by his fierce feeling. It was exactly the same as she had just come to the imperial court.
"Wait!"
Sister Lin glanced at him from afar, remembering the incident that she stabbed Tong en in the center of her foot, and said quickly, "it's my fault. She always likes to run in and play. I'll take her out now."
Wan Jingting didn't go upstairs until the shadow disappeared around the corner. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a small thing lying on the carpet. His eyes became dark and dark, even treacherous.
Tong en was so impetuous that he turned and walked up the stairs quickly.
The husky voice of the man spread, and Tong en looked up. He happened to see it, his eyes rippling and gradually hot.
"A bowl of noodles, ten minutes later."
There was a grunt in the air, and Tong en pursed his lower lip.
Instinctively, she drew back her hand, staggered her line of sight and shook her head.
Tong en met his eyes with a thump in his heart. His eyes were too cold and frightening.
Wan Jingting looked at Tong en sideways. His eyes were astringent and his voice was slightly cold: "are you hungry?"
Forced to turn to look at him, the face can not be described as too cold, Tong en frowned at him: "you want me to go to the guest room, I can go."
The man slowly hook out a touch of amazing smile, coagulation she gradually relaxed the strength of the hand, but the next second suddenly pushed her to the wall.
"I want you to go to the balcony, do you want to go?" she asked in a low voice