Wang Ye's divorce letter, please accept it

Chapter 297 Just Tortured Me
Under the dark night, heavy snow like goose feathers fell quietly.

The lantern hanging in front of the door exudes soft light, and with the cold wind shaking from time to time, within the limited range illuminated, there are two figures snuggling up.

All around, it was full of darkness, surrounded by only a little light of stars.

"Is it cold?"

"It's not cold at all." Ye Yao took the dragon chi wood from his clothes, "You found this for me, and it has dispelled all the cold."

"Even if it's not cold, you can't just sit here willfully. Do you know how late it is?" Sima Fengji reprimanded her lightly, but still lovingly hugged her small body tightly.

The faint light can only illuminate a few steps away, and the falling snowflakes become a natural screen, showing the purest beauty in nature.

"Do you think it's so beautiful?" Ye Yao stretched out his hand, and took a handful of snowflakes in a short while.

Sima Fengji's eyes fell on her, and he smiled slightly, "Of course it's beautiful." In his eyes, what he saw was only the person in front of him.

"Jilang, do you know how to play the piano?" Ye Yao suddenly thought of the request made by Lord Feng Chao that day.

"Understood."

"Can you play it for me?" Ye Yao had a sudden whim, she had never seen what Sima Fengji looked like playing the piano.

"It's late, if you want to listen, I can play it to you anytime in the future."

"I just want to hear it now!" Ye Yao didn't care, she couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Besides, Jinxiu Garden is so big, even if the sound of the piano is loud, it will not spread too far and will not affect others.

"Do you have a piano?"

"Yes! But I won't." Ye Yao turned and walked into the room, and took out the guqin in a corner.

I heard from Hongxiao that this piano belongs to her mother, but she doesn't even understand the rhythm, so it's just a decoration.

Sima Fengji supported the strings of the qin, this qin is absolutely extraordinary, as soon as he touched the strings alone, his fingertips felt slightly cold, he fiddled with the strings lightly, and a clear voice came out, just one Anyone with a good tone will be drunk.

"I have never heard such a beautiful piano sound. How is this sound different from those pianos?"

"Because of the material of this piano, I don't know the origin." After Sima Fengji finished speaking, his ten fingers moved slightly.

The beautiful sound of the piano rang in Ye Yao's ears, it was an auditory feast that could cleanse the soul. She held her small face and looked at Sima Fengji with a focused expression.

The soft light hid the other half of his face in the shadows, and she could only see his side face at this moment. His handsome silhouette was flexible and graceful, without a single flaw. His slender hands were undulating on the strings, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Even though his hands were stained with blood, they still looked spotless and pure.

She was intoxicated in the sound of the piano, intoxicated in his beauty.

Emotions also fluctuate with the sound of the piano, loneliness, joy, sadness, parting, reunion, sweetness, all kinds of things, she can feel them all, and the depths of her soul seem to resonate.

She slowly closed her eyes, and saw the sea of ​​flowers again, and saw the strange and gorgeous aurora...

This time, what sounded in her ears was no longer the woman's shallow singing, but the beautiful piano sound, which lasted for a long time.

She walked into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The man, dressed in spotless white clothes, looked at her with a smile through the bustling front.

"Little Yaoer, come back... come back, and never leave me again."

The sound of the piano slowly dissipated, and Sima Fengji looked down at the little man leaning on his shoulders, not knowing when he fell into a deep sleep.

He raised his hand and stroked the coolness on his cheek.Looking at the drops of water on his fingertips, he was a little lost.

Perhaps, it was a snowflake that accidentally fell on his eyes and melted into water.

He had never seen the sound score of this piece, as if he had been familiar with it since the moment he opened his eyes.But he had never played it before, and this was the first time.

When the piano sounded, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if he had surpassed the past and present, and the cycle of life and death.

He is in a misty world, his heart is empty, he has lost the most precious thing, and he is at a loss.

When he saw the people beside him, his empty heart was filled, allowing him to have it again.

This feeling seemed to be sealed in the depths of his soul, imprisoned by invisible shackles, which were gradually untied from the day he met the night demon.

He put the piano aside and took his little things into his arms.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"You said you weren't sleepy just now, why did you fall asleep before you finished listening to a piece of music? I'm still waiting to be praised by you." He picked her up and walked into the room.

In the darkness, he hugged her soft body tightly, listening to her shallow breathing.

She was only wearing a cotton robe, and he gently untied her to make her sleep more comfortably.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she untied the padded robe, she realized that she was only wearing this one.

The soft little body squeezed into his arms, habitually found a comfortable position, and slept more soundly.

He raised his hand, suddenly not knowing where to put it.

"Little thing, you're really torturing me." In his mind, he was always torn between whether to wake her up or let her have a good sleep.

In the end, he lost to her sweet sleeping face.

"Sleep well." In this long night, he was destined to find it difficult to fall asleep again.

The next day, it was still dark.

Ye Yao woke up in a daze. She felt as if she was surrounded by a big stove, and she couldn't help pushing the person beside her. A thin layer of sweat broke out on her body.

Sima Fengji took a deep breath, the room was filled with the cold fragrance from her body.

Gradually, Ye Yao's drowsiness subsided little by little, and she realized her situation, and she couldn't help shrinking back.

"What exactly did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." Sima Fengji's voice was a little low, he really wanted to do something.

"What didn't you do? Then why don't you and I...have no clothes on?"

"Little thing, it was gone yesterday, right?" He asked without answering.

"I...I..." Ye Yao squeaked.

Suddenly, he leaned towards her, brushed his lips against hers, and moved to her ear, "Yesterday I endured all night and didn't do anything, but now I really want to do something."

"No~" She shook her head immediately.

His brows were slightly tight, and seeing her nervous, he couldn't help showing a helpless smile. It must be that on the night of the wedding, he got too out of control and scared her.

That day, he was really out of control and didn't want to be separated from her. If her monthly letter hadn't arrived, perhaps, he would have really wanted her for seven days.

"Little thing, don't be afraid, it won't be like that night, I will be restrained, okay?" He gently coaxed her, not wanting her to show a little bit of reluctance at this time.

Ye Yao bit her lower lip and said nothing. She knew that she couldn't resist, but she couldn't bear it either.

(End of this chapter)