The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Not to mention, there is the bed she is lying on now, the tent is woven with the finest silk, the thin blanket on the body and the bedding underneath, obviously there is no engraved poly amulet, but sleeping on it, but It feels that the spirit energy is constantly flowing into the body, and it is still that gentle and pure, without any harm to the body.

Xiyue sat up slowly from the bed and glanced around again, frowning slightly.

Sure enough, it wasn't her illusion. The room was lavishly and elegantly furnished. Every detail was exquisite and the room was spotless, but it gave her a cold, even lonely feeling.

She was about to reach out the bed curtain and sit up from the bed. A low male voice suddenly came to her ear, "Woke up?"

Xiyue shuddered violently. She even forgot to be shocked that the sound was so close to her, she was not surprised, because the sound was so familiar.

It is familiar to me that everything of that person has already been integrated into her soul, imprinted deeply.

Only two simple syllables can make her blood boil.

Xiyue stood up sharply, almost rushing towards the direction of the sound at the speed of the sprint.

A pair of lotus-like crystals barefoot stepped on the cold blue brick floor, but she didn't even notice it.

Layers of tents were opened, and a tall man's back stood in sight not far away.

The man was dressed in a moon-white robe and stood with his hand down. The tents were layered up and down again, pulling the man's back a little closer and closer.

Lonely standing like a frosted bamboo standing like a frost, so familiar, so familiar, Xiyue's eyes suddenly turned red and wet.

She always felt that that person had disappeared for a long time.

Without his affectionate gaze, without his indulgent and spoiled smile, without his low and gentle words, when she dreamed back at midnight, she was always cold enough to tear her heart.

Xiyue trembled and lifted the curtain of crystal beads. The dumb, overflowing lips and teeth with endless thoughts and painful voices, "Nangong..."

The last "Yu" had not yelled out, the man in front had turned around.

For the first time, Xiyue didn't see the man's face, but faced a pair of dark and ink-like eyes.

Quiet, indifferent, and cold, like a cold that can't be melted for thousands of years.

Xiyue's call was stuck in his throat all at once, and the burning enthusiasm in his eyes seemed to be extinguished by the ice water in his head.

Not him, not Nangong Yu, not her beloved man.When her Yu looked at her, it never looked like this.

After hope, it brings deeper despair.

Endless pain, thoughts, and unwillingness poured into my heart, and tears could no longer help pouring into my eyes.

Xiyue gripped her chest tightly, and the suffocating pain made her tremble slightly.

The crystal tears were like broken beads, sliding across her face a little bit, and a drop fell on the cold bluestone floor.

Ji Mingyu watched her change from ecstasy, anxiety, and anticipation to sadness, disappointment, and pain. While wondering in her heart, she also felt the inexplicable pain in her heart.

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