I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 455 I miss you so much
"Is life better than death?" Murong Yan repeated this sentence in a murmur, as if she didn't feel how scary and frightening this sentence was, as if it was just a sentence of Mandarin.

Those swaying, charming eyes looked at Dugulie burningly, smiling a little sadly, a little lonely, and mixed with complicated feelings, which made Dugulie unable to understand: "Life is better than death." , you want to threaten me with this? It's not like I haven't experienced the feeling that life is worse than death, and when I work for the court, it's not like life is worse than death."

"Do you know what is the nemesis that makes life worse than death?" Murong Yan looked at him meaningfully and asked, that look seemed to be able to ruthlessly scratch a person's bones.

"My suzerain has a slight interest." For some reason, he saw the nostalgia for his own pain in Murong Yan's eyes, no, it must be an illusion.

She is careless.

"That's the walking dead, Sovereign Dugu, the walking dead don't feel it." Murong Yan's most beautiful smile was like a coquettish peony flower, but that smile made him feel heart-piercing pain: "So Sovereign Dugu thinks I will Do you care about your threat?"

She closed her eyes.

In the imperial court, in the arena, handling cases, or other things, she can always control her emotions very well.

But, only in front of him, she couldn't.

He has a knack for driving people crazy.

"Oh, it seems that Murong Siqing's hard-hearted ability has been honed to a higher level." Dugulie said, he just hoped that her heartache would be severe, but he didn't seem to care!

He was deeply frustrated.

So, he kissed her lips fiercely...

The candlelight went out, and the two of them didn't say anything, they were torturing each other.

At night, the exhausted Murong Yan fell asleep.

Dugulie is not sleepy, only when she is asleep can he look at her unscrupulously, miss her, look at her with the most affectionate and nostalgic eyes, and engrave her firmly in his mind.

He murmured to himself in his heart: Yan'er, I miss you very much.

Murong Yan in the dream was so tired, she couldn't believe that she had something to do with him again, she was domineeringly held by Dugu Lie in his arms.

The two, silent, seemed to be strangers again, so strange that they never even passed each other.

Murong Yan closed her eyes, poured back the moisture, and severely suppressed the sadness in her heart.

Dugulie, I hate you, I hate you very much, but I love you very much, I love you very much.

The next morning.

Murong Yan, who was exhausted to the bone, woke up very late. She opened her eyes and glanced at the side, which was empty.

Murong Yan hugged the thin quilt and sat up, leaning against the collapsed wall in a daze, her mind was in a mess, as if someone had drained her soul, she didn't know what she was thinking.

She sat there for a while, and the noise outside brought her back to her senses.

She pinched her brows, that's all, don't think about that flirtatious lover anymore.

"Trial." Murong Yan muttered to herself, got off the bed, endured the pain between her legs, changed her clothes, cleaned her face, and washed her hands.

"Sovereign, did you go to find her last night?" In the teahouse, Dugulie was playing with the teacup in his hand, listening to his subordinates' questions without making a sound.

In the early morning, she slept peacefully without any thorns, gentle like a kitten.

However, she is a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions.

He really wanted to dig out her heart to see what color it was.

(End of this chapter)