After struggling for a long time, Lan Keman asked with a slightly choked voice:

"What about your memories? Will you also accompany Leng Qingqiu and quickly filter out all my memories?"

Ling Xingyue paused for a moment and smiled gently at Lan Keman:

"Well, I won't forget it. In the long life of our spiritual family, we have only been sealed once. But I will find some other fun. I am easily distracted and fall in love with someone else. You

Look, didn’t I just marry Mrs. Side and fall in love with you so deeply that I regard my life as my own?”

Lan Keman felt dizzy and had a hard time concentrating. Ling Xingyue's words were spinning in Lan Keman's mind like a whirlpool, but she only remembered the second half and didn't think about the other words Ling Xingyue said at all.

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Lan Keman tried hard to adjust her breathing. She told herself that she needed to concentrate and find a place where she could stand and struggle to escape from this nightmare.

"I understand. I, a passer-by in your life, am going back now. Little Prince Ling, please excuse me!"

Lan Keman swayed slightly and turned towards the door, the door frames and window lattice in her eyes were shaking and blurry.

"Goodbye, Miss Lan."

Ling Xingyue looked calm, indifferent and quiet, and said simple words of farewell to Lan Keman in a calm tone.

Lan Keman tried his best to keep moving normally. As soon as he reached the door, he was hit by a strong gust of wind behind his clothes, and a pair of warm arms tightly hugged Lan Keman's waist. He bent down and gently

He put his lips on Lan Keman's forehead, but this moment was very short, and the warmth quietly left.

Lan Keman knew that at this moment she should push away the embrace and refuse the forehead kiss, but Lan Keman subconsciously closed her eyes and accepted all this.

"Take good care of yourself, Man'er." He breathed, making the skin on the tip of Lan Keman's nose feel a tickling warmth.

Suddenly, a soft and unnatural breeze blew. Lan Keman opened her eyes blindly, the door curtain fluttered, and Ling Xingyue left.

Lan Keman's legs trembled. She subconsciously followed the direction of Ling Xingyue's breath, completely ignoring that her behavior was too reckless and inappropriate. The traces of his passing disappeared after a while, even the footprints.

No, the leaves in the yard became still again, and Lan Keman slowly curled up into a ball and nestled under the tree.

The sky turned dark instantly, and Lan Keman couldn't breathe under the low dome of the sky. There was only one thought in her mind:

"Joy, life, the meaning of life...it's all over!"

I don’t know how long it took, but the dusk was already flying all over the ground like gray ink bats. Lan Keman was woken up by a gentle call:

"Miss Lan, I finally found you. The young prince said you were here. It's true. Why did you come to the woods in the back garden alone? Master Situ came to pick you up. He said he was worried that it was getting late. You

It would be dangerous to go back alone. It seems to be a letter sent by the young prince to Master Situ."

For the first time, Xiao Haozi chatted so many words with Lan Keman. Lan Keman looked at Xiao Haozi blankly, looked very obedient, stood up, and followed his lead to leave the garden.

, and went to the place where the carriages and horses were parked at the gate of the palace.

"Brother Situ, you've come to pick me up. Man'er is so tired. Please help me in!"

Seeing Situ looking at her with his usual warm and concerned eyes, Lan Keman felt her body weaken and could no longer stand. The frost and mist in her eyes could no longer be blocked. The lake water broke through her eye sockets.

In an instant, Situ stretched out his arms and hugged Lan Keman's waist. He gently placed her little head on his shoulders, neck and chest. With both arms, he hugged Lan Keman horizontally and held her tightly.

She gently placed her in the carriage, then she bent down and lowered her head to lift the curtain and sat in.

Situ saw Lan Keman's huge pain and didn't know how to speak. He just squeezed Lan Keman's hand tenderly and warmly, and looked at Lan Keman with his soft eyes.

"Man'er, come here and lean on my shoulder. You will feel better."

Si Tu looked at Lan Keman with a slightly sideways face, pointing to the crook of his shoulder with his chin, and there was fluidity in his eyes, full of hope and love.

Lan Keman couldn't bear to think that her expectations had failed. She was too tired and her head was too dizzy, so she weakly rested her forehead on a shoulder that was not very broad but still warm.

For a long time, Situ wrapped his whole palm around the back of Lan Keman's neck and held up her little head. He held a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his other hand and brought it to Lan Keman's lips, whispering to her:

"Man'er, I brought sweet wine, and it's an osmanthus sweet wine that's rare on the grassland. Come and have a taste, it will moisten your throat and lips. Your face looks very bad, and your lips are pale."

The distress in her tone was strong. Lan Keman looked blankly at Situ's affectionate eyes, lowered his head to the cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and at the moment when he sipped it gently, Lan Keman's

His lips accidentally touched Situ's fingers holding the cup.

Lan Keman clearly noticed that Si Tu trembled slightly, and then the temperature of the palm on the back of his head and neck instantly became hot. Lan Keman felt uncomfortable due to the direct heat, and wanted to break free from the slight shackles.

"Man'er, don't move."

Situ Weiyu's voice was soft and low, and then slowly, the cup was taken away from him at some point, and rolled to somewhere. Slowly, Lan Keman felt a touch of coldness on his lips.

The soft and hot touch slowly touched the bridge of Ling Fang's straight nose. Gradually, a warm tip of tongue opened the gap between her smooth teeth, and then suddenly hooked Lan Keman's uvula, tossing and turning.

, don’t let go.

Lan Keman was startled, and when she realized what she was doing and wanted to withdraw and push away, it was already too late to dodge.

There is a slight fragrance on the tip of the tongue, and the fragrance of osmanthus is like barbs piercing the tip of Lan Keman's tongue one by one, following it like a shadow, unable to escape, unavoidable, a mouthful of sweet osmanthus wine and lingering around it turned into a juicy wine

, the refreshing fragrance of wine overflowed and spread, and Lan Keman suddenly regained consciousness.

"What are you doing?! Situ! Let me go!"

Lan Keman shivered in shock, and suddenly used brute force to push and hit the chest that was tightly hugging her, trying to break free from the shackles of the hot palm behind her head.

Situ was at a loss and hugged Lan Keman tightly into his arms, pressed her little head on her chest, explained palely, and murmured, Situ was as helpless as a child, with a confused appearance.
Chapter completed!