Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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Two boys helped Yue Wushang, Qi Luoer followed behind awkwardly.

Along the way, Yue Wushang kept his head half down, his eyelids slightly closed, and said nothing, although Jun's face was a little red, but his expression was unclear, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't know if he was awake or not.

Two boys helped him into a guest room, put him on the quaint and exquisite big bed, covered him with a quilt, Yue Wushang did not open his eyes, turned over and fell asleep inside.

Qi Luoer looked at the big bed in the room, feeling a little uneasy. [

Where will she sleep tonight?She didn't have the guts to sleep in the same bed with him!

She looked around the room, and what was horrible was that apart from this extremely gorgeous big bed, there was no other piece of furniture in the room.

What kind of room is this!Qi Luoer was almost on the verge of crying.

what to do?She's going to stand here all night?

Perhaps, she took this opportunity to leave?This is a great opportunity!

My son's birthday has passed, and he is not around.

Now it happens that I have also left the Mirage Palace. If I escape, no one will stop me...

Once the idea of ​​running away was born, it immediately burned like a raging fire.

Although Yue Wushang was indifferent to her, he still cared deeply for Beibei.She was relieved to hand the child over to him.

Since he doesn't love him anymore, it's pointless for him to stay here reluctantly, it's better to go away...

Walking over step by step, standing by the bed and looking down at him, knowing that this walk means that we will never see each other again forever.

My heart was suddenly empty for a moment, it was so dark that I couldn't see the end, I hadn't parted yet, but my heart was full of parting sorrow...

"Yue Wushang..." He muttered in his heart, and a cloud of mist rose from his eyes.

In the misty eyes, he could see Yue Wushang lying on his back between the cloud quilt and brocade quilt with his eyes slightly closed.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and there was a faint glow on his face.

The black silk on the brocade quilt was like satin, sliding a little along the edge of the bed like running water.

One of his hands slipped to the side of the bed, and he opened it vacantly, his knuckles were a little pale, as if he wanted to grab something.

I really want, I really want to shake his hand again, even if it's just once.

I haven't made a decision in my heart, but my hand seems to have its own consciousness, and slowly, I hold his hand. [

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Finally another chapter.complete.