The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 18 [Beautiful Man Breaks into the Door Late at Night] 08
The man was leaning on the beam of the roof, his crow blue robe was about to melt into the darkness above, because there was no light so he couldn't see his face.

The man's eyebrows were frivolous, and he thought with a sneer in his heart, "Unexpectedly, the eldest lady of the Du Mansion worked so hard, she didn't go to bed in the middle of the night, she fell asleep comfortably on the table, really. "

Then there was a blur in front of his eyes, a black light fell from top to bottom, and the crow blue color appeared in the room, and the dangling candle light shone on his face.

He has a high nose bridge, and his slightly raised eyes are always bright with a bit of a smile; his slightly sexy lips, which are neither thick nor thin, are like peach petals in March, which are extremely charming on the seductive wheat complexion .

The handsome facial features were half bright and half dark illuminated by the candlelight, and there was an unruly smile at the corner of his mouth.

Huang Yuezhen lay on the desk and was still sound asleep. She was so tired these past few days that she never had a good rest. Now she was really sleepy and tired, and she slept very soundly, but she didn't notice anything unusual.

Moreover, the man's movements were too light and light, falling from above was like a feather lightly falling to the ground, without making a single sound.

He began to search in the room, his shrewd eyes were like two searchlights scanning every corner of the room, not letting go of any inch.

He completely turned a blind eye to the sleeping Huang Yuezhen, and even if Huang Yuezhen woke up, he would have the confidence to escape easily from here, and the fact that the eldest lady of the Lu family is a waste is even more confusing. .

Qian Yi almost searched all over this house, and those bright eyes couldn't help but slowly dimmed. After searching for a while, he couldn't find what he wanted. Curl your lips.

"It seems that it's hidden really deep. I don't know if it's here." Qian Yi's eyes suddenly flooded. He turned his head and walked towards Huang Yuezhen. It seems to see a hole in the table.

Standing beside Huang Yuezhen, he stretched out his hand to open the cabinet, but the book stayed in mid-air and stopped.

Qian Yi's gaze fell on Huang Yuezhen's face involuntarily, and then he began to look at her carefully.

She was already fast asleep, with her petite body lying crookedly on the table. She was dressed in a black filial piety dress. Her waist-length black hair was almost fused with the black color, and she couldn't tell the difference unless she looked carefully.

The plain and unpretentious clothes seemed to have a faint light on her body, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

She held the book in one hand, and put the other hand under her face as a pillow, and half of her face was buried in her arms. The exposed half of her face was as white as snow and as smooth as a freshly peeled egg. , It is not an exaggeration to describe it as blown and broken.

The eyes are gently closed, quiet and beautiful, the long eyelashes are trembling slightly with her shallow breathing
That slight trembling, like a small stone rolling down from the hillside, fell into Qian Yi's heart by surprise, and Qian Yi couldn't help being shocked.

However, the more he looked at that face, the more he felt familiar, like an old friend
(End of this chapter)