"I'll sleep on the bed, you make the floor!"

With that said, Ling Mulao lay on his side on the big bed, resting his arm on one hand, and fell asleep facing the bed.

Just as his eyelids were closed, he suddenly felt that the soft bed was sinking slightly, and Xuanyuan Moxie lay down on the other side and fell asleep.

"This bed is not yours. You and I sleep on each side. I won't do anything to you!"

Facing the outside of the bed, Xuanyuan Moye closed his eyes and said calmly.

The lust that was aroused just now was just too deep into the drama. For any normal man, such a reaction is completely normal.

"roll!"

Completely ignoring Xuanyuan Moye's words, Ling Mulao didn't even look back and kicked him back.

Hearing a "bang~" sound, Xuanyuan Moye threw himself and rolled off the bed.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and slapped his palm on the ground. Before his cheek came into close contact with the ground, Xuanyuan Moxie took advantage of the force and jumped up.

Just when he stood firm, he saw a quilt flying over with a "swish" and covering his head directly.

Xuanyuan Moxie pulled down the quilt very depressedly, and Xuanyuan Moxie's face turned livid with anger.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull the lavender figure on the bed, but when he raised his eyebrows, he found that Ling Mulao was already fast asleep.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, slowly revealing a quiet smile, and her thick and long eyelashes were drooped, creating a mottled silhouette.

It seems that he has fallen asleep, and his originally cold face has a touch of warmth, like the sunlight rising on the ripples of a clear spring in the mountains.

Looking at this face, Xuanyuan Moye was slightly startled, and a completely different face gradually appeared in his mind and overlapped with hers.

Different contours, different facial features, but the same smile.

Xuanyuan Moye couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since he last saw her again. He only knew that it had been a long, long time, so long that he almost forgot himself.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and a sneer in her eyes disappeared briefly. It was just a smile, but it could never be compared to hers.

Holding the quilt, Xuanyuan Moye sat on the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

He has never had a dream, and it should not belong to him.

However, that night, while lying on the chair, he had his first dream in his life.

The spring light is bright, there is an endless sea of ​​flowers, and countless butterflies are dancing.

The breeze blew, and the charming petals in the peach blossom forest danced wildly, falling like a pink rain.

The figure in white is looming, with fluttering clothes and flying black hair. That profile is captivating, proud and stubborn.

The peach blossoms were enchanting, and the woman looked at him with squinting eyes, naughty and quirky: "Do you dare to hug me? If you are a man, hug me bravely!"

The woman he loves is always so frank and direct, he loves as much as he loves, and is never ambiguous about his feelings.

However, it is precisely because of this that when you love someone fiercely, you hate someone fiercely. Once you loved someone deeply, you will later develop deep hatred.

The white clothes eventually turned into blood red under the peach blossoms. Her sword blade was dripping with blood, dyeing the clothes red drop by drop.

Those amber eyes were as cold as glaciers, and there was no smile on that face anymore. It was so full of murderous intent that there was no turning back.

Under the overwhelming red light, the sword in her hand gradually disappeared, and the corners of her clothes were blown up by the breeze. The enchanting red color made her body become transparent bit by bit.

With a little sharp pain in his heart, Xuanyuan Moye flew forward to hug him. Even if he hated her, it would be better than losing her.

Lonely, too lonely without her.

However, before he had time to pounce, the figure had turned into peach petals, flying in the wind. "I sleep on the bed, you make the floor!"

With that said, Ling Mulao lay on his side on the big bed, resting his arm on one hand, and fell asleep facing the bed.

Just as his eyelids were closed, he suddenly felt that the soft bed was sinking slightly, and Xuanyuan Moxie lay down on the other side and fell asleep.

"This bed is not yours. You and I sleep on each side. I won't do anything to you!"

Facing the outside of the bed, Xuanyuan Moye closed his eyes and said calmly.

The lust that was aroused just now was just too deep into the drama. For any normal man, such a reaction is completely normal.

"roll!"

Completely ignoring Xuanyuan Moye's words, Ling Mulao didn't even look back and kicked him back.

Hearing a "bang~" sound, Xuanyuan Moye threw himself and rolled off the bed.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and slapped his palm on the ground. Before his cheek came into close contact with the ground, Xuanyuan Moxie took advantage of the force and jumped up.

Just when he stood firm, he saw a quilt flying over with a "swish" and covering his head directly.

Xuanyuan Moxie pulled down the quilt very depressedly, and Xuanyuan Moxie's face turned livid with anger.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull the lavender figure on the bed, but when he raised his eyebrows, he found that Ling Mulao was already fast asleep.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, slowly revealing a quiet smile, and her thick and long eyelashes were drooped, creating a mottled silhouette.

It seems that he has fallen asleep, and his originally cold face has a touch of warmth, like the sunlight rising on the ripples of a clear spring in the mountains.

Looking at this face, Xuanyuan Moye was slightly startled, and a completely different face gradually appeared in his mind and overlapped with hers.

Different contours, different facial features, but the same smile.

Xuanyuan Moye couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since he last saw her again. He only knew that it had been a long, long time, so long that he almost forgot himself.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and a sneer in her eyes disappeared briefly. It was just a smile, but it could never be compared to hers.

Holding the quilt, Xuanyuan Moye sat on the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

He has never had a dream, and it should not belong to him.

However, that night, while lying on the chair, he had his first dream in his life.

The spring light is bright, there is an endless sea of ​​flowers, and countless butterflies are dancing.

The breeze blew, and the charming petals in the peach blossom forest danced wildly, falling like a pink rain.

The figure in white is looming, with fluttering clothes and flying black hair. That profile is captivating, proud and stubborn.

The peach blossoms were enchanting, and the woman looked at him with squinting eyes, naughty and quirky: "Do you dare to hug me? If you are a man, hug me bravely!"

The woman he loves is always so frank and direct, he loves as much as he loves, and is never ambiguous about his feelings.

However, it is precisely because of this that when you love someone fiercely, you hate someone fiercely. Once you loved someone deeply, you will later develop deep hatred.

The white clothes eventually turned into blood red under the peach blossoms. Her sword blade was dripping with blood, dyeing the clothes red drop by drop.

Those amber eyes were as cold as glaciers, and there was no smile on that face anymore. It was so full of murderous intent that there was no turning back.

Under the overwhelming red light, the sword in her hand gradually disappeared, and the corners of her clothes were blown up by the breeze. The enchanting red color made her body become transparent bit by bit.

With a little sharp pain in his heart, Xuanyuan Moye flew forward to hug him. Even if he hated her, it would be better than losing her.

Lonely, too lonely without her.
Chapter completed!