Concubine's Pond

On the same night, in the haunted house, at midnight, a slender black shadow sneaked into the dark room without making a sound.

With a cold and frosty aura all over his body, the black shadow came to the bed in the dark as if he was familiar with the road, and gently lifted the white gauze with the palm of his hand.

With the light of a soybean-sized candle flickering in the dimness, a dark shadow leaned over the edge of the bed, a pair of cold and indifferent ruthless eyes, coldly staring at the sleeping Qingli under her——sleep face, bully snow Her skin was slightly pink, and a breathtakingly beautiful plum blossom bloomed enchantingly on Ruyu's forehead!

Smelling the faint aroma of wine in the air, the black shadow pursed her beautiful thin lips into a sharp and unusually sharp straight arc like a sharp blade!

Sen Leng's murderous intent rushed out of Sombra's body!

A ruthless and graceful palm slowly and dangerously touched the gracefully shaped slender neck like a god of death, and then tightened it bit by bit!

"Hmm... cold..."

Perhaps it was because the temperature of her palm was too low, which disturbed the sleeping person. She frowned her delicate brows, shrunk her neck unconsciously, and let out a vague dissatisfaction. !

But then, as if becoming angry from embarrassment, he suddenly closed his fingers—but the curved knuckles couldn't be pinched down no matter how hard they were!

In the black shadow's ice-cold and indifferent snow-like eyes, there are fierce contradictory emotions colliding, splashing countless sharp edges.

The icy long fingers tightened and loosened, tightened again, and loosened again... and again and again, in the end, they couldn't cruelly pinch the slender warm and smooth neck, and stopped there stiffly.

Heiying closed his eyes forbearance, let out a faint breath, moved his graceful palm up, and gently stroked his sleeping face.

The cold thumb was as gentle as a lover, gently stroking the perfectly tender and smooth skin underneath.

Then gently slid across the soft cherry lips, and finally stopped on the smooth jade-like snowy forehead, fingertips lingered on the enchanting and proud plum blossom in a daze, depicting...

As if bewitched, Hei Ying leaned down, kissed the beautiful plum blossom lightly with his cold thin lips, and then covered the warm and soft cherry lips—but it fell apart with one touch!

"Yun Luoran, I'm back..." A slightly hoarse and cold voice gently escaped from the thin lips of Soi Ying, declaring unfeelingly and cruelly, "Sleep well, I have wiped out the feelings for you, and I will never again I will not have unnecessary feelings for you as a pawn. Concentric Jade is the only compensation I can give you, and I will let you leave after everything is over."

After finishing speaking, the black shadow stood up resolutely, his figure swept away, and left like a cold wind without leaving any traces.

And Luo Ran on the bed, fell asleep deeply, ignorant.