Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was thinking of something happy, he met Xiao Yihan's eyes like stars in the dark night: "Do you know what you look like in my dream?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Xiao Yihan's face when he heard the words, and he laughed a few times, "Did you dream about me?"

Shui Ningyan didn't twitch, nodded slightly, and looked at Xiao Yihan.

"I dreamed that you were wearing Tsing Yi and boating on the lake. You were in a green landscape. The sound of the flute was long and long, as if it was in my ears. When you were tired, you would sit on the bamboo boat, make a cup of tea, and drink it quietly. , the days seem to stand still there.”

When Shui Ningyan was talking, there was a trace of longing in her expression, and Xiao Yihan looked at her with heartache, with a wry smile on her face.

"Without you, even the best time would have been wasted, without any meaning."

The meaning of Xiao Yihan's words couldn't be more obvious. In Shui Ningyan's dream, Xiao Yihan was alone, but she was not by her side.

"Yi Han...I..." Shui Ningyan hesitated for a moment, but said: "From now on, just forget about me."

"I know that you don't like fame and wealth, and money is just a passing cloud to you. In the future, you can live the life you want. When you are healthy, marry a kind and gentle wife, have a pair of children, and live the life you want. normal life."

Shui Ningyan's words were very ordinary, as if she was speaking to a friend who had been with her for a long time.

No one knows how painful her heart is at the moment, even though she knows that she will soon pass away, but her only attachment to this last grain is only him.

"Mo'er, if you say that again, I will punish you."

Xiao Yihan's deep voice sounded slowly, although it sounded like a warning, it didn't have that kind of threat.

But from his eyes, it can be seen how painful it is for him to hear Shui Ningyan say these words at this moment.

Shui Ningyan smiled lightly, glanced at him, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and just about to speak, Xiao Yihan's suddenly enlarged face blocked her sight, kissed Shui Ningyan's vermilion lips domineeringly, and bit her lightly, as if Punish her for saying that.

Shui Ningyan sighed softly in her heart, that's all, don't say anything, just enjoy the last time with him.

Closing his eyes, he focused on responding to Xiao Yihan's fiery and long kiss, until he was out of breath, Xiao Yihan let her go.

Xiao Yihan's low-pitched laughter seemed to be extremely joyful, and the scorching breath rang in Shui Ningyan's ears. He lowered his head to look at Shui Ningyan, who had a peach blossom face below him, and felt a slight movement in his heart.

He naturally knew that it was because of what happened just now that her face turned bloody, and the long-lost appearance suddenly moved him a little. For some reason, he was very glad that God let Shui Ningyan come to him, met her, and fell in love with her. she.

After being let go, Shui Ningyan also wisely kept silent about those words just now, letting Xiao Yihan hug her, feeling his strong heartbeat.

Close your eyes slightly, enjoying the beauty of this silence.

His deep voice came from the top of his head: "Mo'er, listen carefully, I will not allow you to die. If you die, I will not listen to you, and I will die alone forever. torture yourself to death..."

His words seemed to be threatening Shui Ningyan, she sighed lightly, raised her head to meet his firm eyes, put her white hands on Xiao Yihan's lips, covered his mouth, and stopped him from saying anything if.