Chapter 1415

She chased past, just wanted to step into the snow, was stopped by a scattered voice.

"Don't come here."

She didn't wear shoes, and the place she passed was still white, with her footprints clearly printed. Some of the time is too long, along with the sky constantly falling snow, and re cover.

In the morning, mirror sacrifice drove away all servants. She was the only one standing quietly under the eaves, looking at the woman in red, who was always proud and unruly, like an ordinary girl, and had a lot of fun for a snow.

She walked slowly in the snow, outside the huge hall, all her little footprints, a string.

She raised her hand, white wrists sticking out of her wide sleeves, which were exactly the same as the snow around her. The snow shaken from the branches was sent into her mouth. It was cold with a little sweet taste. At the beginning, it melted and ran down her throat. Into the body.

Su Kui squinted. She raised her eyes and looked at the narrow sky. It was foggy. Snow fell into her eyes. She blinked. There was a layer of water vapor in her dark eyes. But her lips were raised upward. "Drinking the wind and tasting the snow, the taste of the world is pure joy."

she sighed rarely, and turned to light way: "mirror worship, go back..." To see the man standing under the eaves together with the mirror sacrifice and drawing a black bamboo oil paper umbrella in her hand, she swallowed the rest of her words.

Her eyes flashed. She seemed to be uncomfortable. She lowered her eyelashes, quickly put down her skirt and pretended to walk back to the corridor calmly.

Her ankle length black hair was covered with frost white, and so were her shoulders. There is a smile in the eyes of mirror worship. Today, the religious master has completely exposed his mind. She sipped her lips, quietly glanced at the man beside her, and said, "why don't you take a hot bath and chill after you've been outside for so long?"

Su Kui's embroidered shoes had been thrown where, covered by snowflakes again. Outside the huge hall, there was a piece of silver. Where can we find the trace?

It is because this is her territory that she dare to do so. But now, all she did was seen by a person she didn't want to be seen at all. In addition to her chagrin, she glanced at mirror Si coldly.

As for her favorite self assertion, she should have reminded her when he entered the palace and saved her from making a fool of herself in front of him.

Hearing the suggestion of mirror sacrifice, she nodded, "well, prepare for it."

Mirror should be a sacrifice, for her to brush off the snow, and for her to put on a cloak, then quickly left to prepare.

Outside the empty hall, there were only two of them.

Green bamboo is rustling by the wind, as if in heaven and earth, all people do not exist, except them. It has to be said that sukui has this illusion in a trance. She thought that she was probably too deeply involved in it.

Suddenly, she came back to her senses. She hooked her lips and regained her frivolous and loose appearance again. The thin jade fingers caressed the colder side face of Fusang, and the red lips lifted lightly. "Fusang can bathe with me, huh?"

She was ready to be rejected by him, and ready to be forced.

Suddenly a light "good" word, forcing her to be overwhelmed. Stupefied stupefied, she picks eyebrow, smile not smile, "in Fusang's opinion, is not only disgust to me, is it love me?"

After all, she was even amused.