The black umbrella covered Tang Mo 'er's head and the snowflakes couldn't land on her. But her hand was still stretched out.
Lu Yeming's lips curved upwards, his voice deep and magnetic. "Don't play with the snowflakes too much. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Got it."
Tang Mo 'er's heart slowly calmed down as she looked at the snow falling from the sky. It was so pure and holy.
She revealed a happy smile that she hadn't seen in a long time.
Although it was still a pity.
If only she could watch the snow with Niuniu. She could even build a snowman for Niuniu and have a snowball fight.
Tang Mo 'er felt sleepy. She leaned over and rested her head on Lu Yeming's shoulder.
She closed her eyes.
She had already fallen asleep. Lu Yeming could hear her soft breathing brushing against his ear.
He slowly looked sideways at her.
After some time, he lifted his hand, wanting to caress her face.
At this moment, she moved her red lips and murmured softly, "Mr Gu …"
She was calling for Mr Gu.
She was thinking about Gu Mohan.
Lu Yeming's hand froze in mid-air.
A few seconds later, he retracted his hand. The corners of his lips curved into a gentle smile as he picked up the book in his hand.
Snowflakes fluttered in the air. He sat on the swing, the black umbrella in his hands protecting the person in his arms from the wind and snow. Half of his shoulder was drenched by the snowflakes.
Her shiny leather shoes tapped on the grass as she swung on the swing. Tang Mo 'er's pink dress rippled in the air.
Everything was so beautiful.
…
However, it was chaotic outside. At eleven o 'clock at night, countless ladies from prestigious families pushed open the windows in their rooms and looked at the magical autumn snow.
— -Wow, it's actually snowing. It's so romantic.
— -Why is it snowing?
— I don't know. It's probably some prince trying to make the princess smile.
— -Why don't we go have a snowball fight?
Many young ladies crawled out of their warm blankets, pushing open their doors and running out onto the snowy ground, laughing and playing.
At this moment, Jun Xiqing was still awake. She was worried that something had happened to Sister Mo 'er and she was worried.
She was worried that Lu Yeming would suddenly barge into her room and rape her.
Her current situation was really like walking on thin ice. Thinking of the death of Ah Da and the captain, she felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
Now that she was trapped in the West Palace, facing a terrifying opponent like Lu Yeming, she had no chance of winning.
At this moment, a soft sound came from outside. "Look, it's snowing outside."
Snow?
Getting off the bed, Jun Xiqing walked over to the window and slowly pushed it open. Snowflakes were falling outside.
It was really snowing.
She stretched out her hand and a snowflake landed on her palm.
It was late autumn now, so it was impossible for it to snow, unless someone deliberately did it.
This person must be someone in power.
Who was it?
Jun Xiqing glanced sideways and saw two familiar figures.
On the lawn, Lu Yeming sat on the swing, holding a black umbrella in his hands. Tang Mo 'er was asleep, gently leaning against his shoulder. As the night breeze blew, Tang Mo' er's pink dress billowed up against his tailored trousers. It was a lovely sight.
Jun Xiqing's expression changed.
At this moment, Lu Yeming got up. Bending his body, he lifted the sleeping Tang Mo 'er up.
The two of them disappeared from sight.
There was only one book left on the swing.
Jun Xiqing stood in front of the window, not moving for a long time. She held her hand, holding the red bean that she had plucked.
When she opened her palm, it was actually covered in cold sweat.
…
The next morning.
The dazzling rays of the morning sun shone through the layers of curtains. Feng Lingxue's lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a handsome face.
Xuan Ying.
She was sleeping in Xuan Ying's embrace.
His muscular arm was around her slender waist. She was lying on his muscular chest, the man's steady heartbeat and his warm body temperature slowly pressed against her skin, making her feel as if she was surrounded by a warm sun.
It was warm.
It was comfortable.
She looked around. This wasn't her room. The interior design was luxurious, the crystal chandelier was dazzling and the bed was soft. This was clearly his master bedroom.
Lifting her eyes, she looked at the handsome face in front of her.
His usual gloomy coldness had faded, and his handsome face, which was like a sketch, appeared a little soft, handsome, and harmless.
Her Brother Ying.
She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch his face.
But when she moved, she realized where her hand was.
Her cold and beautiful face was quickly covered with a layer of red. She immediately withdrew her little hand.
What was wrong with her?
At this moment, her vision darkened. The man beside her opened his eyes. He flipped over and pinned her down.
Xuan Ying's eyes were filled with drowsiness, his voice was faint and husky. "You want to leave after touching me?"
Feng Lingxue placed her hands on his muscular chest. "I didn't …"
Xuan Ying lowered his head, sniffing the silky hair by her cheek. "You're not being obedient even when you're sleeping. What do you want with your hand in my pants?"
"…"
Feng Lingxue's fingers curled up, tugging on his silk pajamas. She didn't. She didn't know why her hand was there.
Now that she was caught red-handed, there was no way she could explain herself.
It was really embarrassing.
Burying her face in his arms, she said softly, "I'm sorry …"
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes at her desperate expression. She didn't. She didn't know anything when she was asleep. He was the one who placed her hand in his pants.
Now he was making a false accusation. He liked to bully her.
"Your apology isn't worth much. You might as well use your body." With that, he kissed her red lips.
Mmm!
Feng Lingxue's pupils contracted. Her senses were unusually sensitive early in the morning. His manly scent immediately entered her mouth.
His long tongue pried open her teeth, wantonly stirring and sweeping in her sweet mouth.
He reached out to tug her clothes off.
"Don't … don't do this …" She hadn't taken the aphrodisiac and her body instantly stiffened.
Xuan Ying let go of her red lips, straightening his body to look at her. His glassy eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and landed on her pale face, as though he was going to pierce through her. "What's wrong? You're not being obedient again?"
Feng Lingxue shook her head. "No, I think … I'm having my period …"
What?
Xuan Ying lowered his eyes to look. His black silk pajamas were stained red. She had dirtied his clothes.
Feng Lingxue wasn't lying. She felt a gush of hot liquid rushing down her body. She was really having her period.
The man's face was extremely dark.
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