The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Not to mention, as well as the bed she is lying on now, the account is woven with the best silk, the thin blanket on the body and the bedding underneath, obviously not painted, but sleeping on it, but Feeling a constant flow of aura into the body, and still that kind of gentle and pure, no harm to the body.

He slowly sat up from the bed and looked around again, raising his brow slightly.

Sure enough, it was not her illusion. The room was luxurious and elegant, and any detail was exquisite. The room was also spotless, but it gave her a cold, even feeling of loneliness.

She was about to reach out and kick the bed, sit up from the bed, and suddenly a low male voice came from her ear. "Wake up?"

She trembled fiercely, and she even forgot the shock that the voice suddenly approached her, she was not surprised, because the voice was too familiar.

I am familiar with it, and everything about that person has already been integrated into her soul and deeply imprinted.

With just two simple syllables, the blood in her body is boiling.

He slammed up and rushed in the direction of the sound almost at the speed of the sprint.

A pair of lotus jade crystallized barefoot on the cold blue brick floor, but she did not know.

The layers of the account were opened, and a man’s straight back was not far away.

The man was dressed in a white-colored robes, standing with his hands on his back, and the layers of the account were provoked and fell down layer by layer. The man’s back was pulled a little closer and pulled closer.

Standing like a figure standing in the clear frost and proud bamboo, it is so familiar, familiar, and the eyes of the eyes become red and moist.

She always felt that the man had disappeared for a long time.

Without his affectionate gaze, without his inclusive and polite smile, without his low and gentle words, when she was dreaming back at midnight, she was always cold and tearing pain.

奚玥 trembled and shook hands to open the curtains of the beads, light and dumb, with endless thoughts and painful voices spilling over the lips, "Nangong..."

In the end, the "煜" has not yet slammed the exit, and the man in front has turned around.

The first time, I didn't see the man's face, but I was wearing a pair of dark, ink-like eyes.

Quiet, indifferent, and cold, as if the cold could not be achieved for thousands of years.

The call of screaming was stuck in the throat, and the burning enthusiasm that burned the heart in the eyes seemed to be extinguished by the ice of the pocket.

Not him, not Nangong, not the man she loves. When she looked at her, she never looked like this.

After the hope, it will bring deeper despair.

Endless pain, miss and unwillingness to rush into my heart, tears can no longer hold on to the eye.

He grabbed his chest tightly, and the pain of suffocation made her body tremble.

The crystal tears are like broken beads, slipping through her face a little, and dripping on the cold bluestone floor.

Ji Mingxi looked at her from ecstasy, anxious, expectation, to the change of sadness, disappointment, and painful feelings. At the same time, she felt that the heart was inexplicably painful.

When I saw that the delicate and beautiful face was covered with tears, my hands and feet were stiff, the pain in my heart was more obvious, and there was a hint of panic.