Chapter 1991 robbery (65)

  She rubbed her heart, and the tense back slowly relaxed.

  The sweat-soaked clothes were stuck to her back, feeling a bit cold.

  She sat there with her head down and her hair loose, calming down for a while.

  The environment in the dream was too real, which made her always feel uncomfortable.

  She slowly let go of the quilt, lifted it up, and looked.

   Nothing but nothing.

  She watched quietly for a while.

   "Squeak—"

  The half-hidden wooden door opened.

   A familiar breath came in, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps.

  The man was still very plain, and he came in with a washbasin in his white clothes.

  The person sitting on the bed, almost subconsciously, lowered his hands and tightened them.

   Grabbing a corner of the quilt, raised his head, and looked at him.

  The gorgeous little face was a little pale for a time, so white that it was scary.

   "Ah... Ah Chen?"

  The man who put down the basin and turned his back to her paused for a moment.

   Immediately, turn around.

  The commoner clothes are simple, the eyebrows are clear, and the breath is gentle.

  The deep, dark eyes looked at her quietly.

  Unexpectedly, he didn't respond to her immediately.

   Instead, stand there, staring.

  Holding his eyes down, looking down calmly,

  It looks like the **** above the fairy clouds in the dream.

   Sitting on top of the magnificent and resplendent temple, his face is astonishingly handsome, but his eyes are extremely indifferent and cold, ruthless and indifferent.

   Just looking down from a high position, like looking at an ant that can be crushed to death at will, looking down at her.

   out of reach.

  Give her the deadliest, most painful trial.

  Knock her down to purgatory, and suffer from the whip of ice and the pain of vultures pecking at her heart every day.

  The person who was extremely gentle to her in the past, sitting on the palace, can say extremely hurtful and cruel words.

   Every word is heart-wrenching, extremely cool.

  She looked at him, almost instantly, as if she had returned to a dream.

  It seemed that she hadn't woken up from the dream, hadn't escaped, and couldn't escape.

   There is no escape, he punished her severely.

  Poor little vixen, biting her lip slightly.

   After meeting his gaze, she tightened her hand holding the quilt, and her clear eyes trembled.

   Subconsciously, he stepped back.

   is a vigilant posture, with guard.

  Slowly, step back and shrink into the bed.

"you…"

  The man looked at her movements, his expression was normal, and he didn't say anything.

   came over, leaned slightly, and opened his arms.

   "What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"

  The tone is still gentle, as usual.

   "..." The pretty girl huddled in the bed, hugged the quilt, and didn't speak.

  The moist bright peach blossom eyes just looked at him so quietly, like a young cub just born, soft and milky.

  Drenched in sweat, her slender white fingers tightly grasped the corner of the quilt.

   "Ah... Ah Chen?"

  She even made a small milk sound on guard.

  Carefully, the limbs are shrunk together.

   Pale cheeks, red and soft lips.

   She looks like a delicate and charming little beauty, moist and sweaty.

  Floral fragrance is extremely intense.

  The man standing by the bed slightly raised the corners of his lips and looked at her with a smile.

   Stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air, his knuckles were clearly defined and smooth.

"come over?"

  The tone is gentle like water, too soft.

   It's even a bit out of the ordinary.

   But the man who was still in a state of mental tension didn't notice it, and just stared at him.

   Then, his eyes fell on his hands.

  (end of this chapter)