My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 180

In the silk curtain room, 'Xiyan' was closing her eyes to rest her mind. The sound of saluting from the maids came from the door, and her water-colored eyes opened, looking at the door with an imperceptible tenderness.

After a while, Ying Yihan's tall and straight figure walked in, his gloomy eyes stared coldly at the sweetly smiling woman, and only entered the inner room after all the servants in the room had left. "Gu Xue, don't blame me for not warning you, don't think about Hua Rumo, if she has something wrong, you can ask her."

The man in front of him was tall and straight, his sword eyebrows were lightly frowned, his cold eyes were slightly narrowed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes shone with a frightening light, and his whole body exuded a cold and murderous aura that should not be approached by strangers, just like when we first met The unruly, ruthless and bloodthirsty.

Gu Xue was not afraid of him, she just stared at him with a pair of watery eyes and smiled. "Ying Yihan, you seem to have forgotten that everything I do is ordered by the saint herself. Don't tell me you don't even listen to the saint? Or do you want to betray Yuejiao?"

Seeing the man's body was obviously startled, Gu Xue burst into laughter, and took light steps, stroking his chest with her slender hand, but was caught by the wrist halfway.

Gu Xue's nimble eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of murderous intent, and with a twist of her white and slender fingers, a dagger flew out from her cuff, mixed with cold light towards Ying Yihan.

Ying Yi's cold eyes froze, and he turned sideways to hide, his face even more gloomy and frightening. "Gu Xue, for the sake of you being Guardian Zuo, I don't want to be as knowledgeable as you, so don't force me to do something."

The corner of Gu Xue's beautiful lips twitched, and she withdrew her concealed weapon a little embarrassingly. Although she was smiling, her eyes slowly condensed into coldness and jealousy. "Ying Yihan, you are a smart person, do you want to anger the saint? Doing so will not benefit you or Hua Rumo."

Ying Yihan frowned, and looked at her coldly.

Gu Xue's slender little arms were wrapped around his waist, maybe Ying Yihan didn't know that she fell in love with him at first sight since the first time she met him, even though he was still a down-and-out prince who was plotted against and framed at that time, However, the man's innate aristocratic air and cold charm to indifference character deeply attracted her.

"You have killed countless people. You are not a good person. Do you still want to live and fly with Hua Rumo? She is a pure and clean woman. If you let her know that you are the right guardian of the evil cult Yuejiao, which is punishable by everyone in the world, what do you think?" Will she still like you? Or..."

"Enough!" Ying Yihan squinted his cold eyes, and pulled away the woman's hand around his waist in disgust, biting the words coldly. "what the hell do you want?"

"I think..." Gu Xue tore off the face of 'Xiyan', revealing an unusually alluring face, which was the opposite of Hua Rumo's cool and elegant appearance. Yihan smiled very lightly with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked. "I want you to stay with me."

Ying Yihan's eyes were condensed with a cold light, his lips curled up into a sneer, his grim face wore an unfathomable smile, he walked towards Gu Xuening's extremely beautiful face, and uttered four words. "This is impossible."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, and then heard Gu Xue's calm voice, "Ying Yihan, I'm giving you one last chance, don't regret it, the saint is already very angry, she will definitely find a way to kill Hua Like ink..."

"Gu Xue, you don't understand me too much." Ying Yihan pushed open the door, and cast a sidelong glance at her with condensed icy eyes. "I'm not down to saving myself by hurting someone I love."

Hua Rumo slept very restlessly, as if she was having a nightmare, Yanyue's eyebrows were tightly frowned, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her slightly pale and weak cheeks were abnormally rosy, her damaged thin lips Because of wriggling and dryness, he looked a little embarrassed and delicate.

What Ying Yihan saw when he opened the bed curtain was this scene. The woman's peaceful sleeping face came into view, her gentle chest rose and fell slightly due to her breathing, blowing the blue hair on her cheeks shaking, the depression and tension in her heart The depression seemed to disappear in the woman's deep and shallow breaths.

The cold and charming icy eyes could not help but slow down, showing a soft color.

Stretching out his hand to brush the blue hair on his cheek, pinning it to the back of the ear, the smooth and delicate touch of the fingertips spread to the bottom of his heart, as if the soft and soft touch of the palm was still there, Ying Yihan thought about what the word was all day today, and flipped through it in his free time. I looked through the books of Nanguo, but I didn't see such a character with strange strokes in the old characters of Nanguo.

The woman's breath was very shallow, blowing on the palm of her hand, as if scratching a feather in her heart, itchy and itchy, her brain quickly couldn't move, she couldn't help but leaned over, and approached that delicate and ruddy face.

Hua Rumo is his, no one can stop them from being together, not even his biological mother.

Thinking like this, the slightly cool thin lips pressed against the woman's blood-stained lips, originally just wanted to kiss lightly, but this kiss turned out to be drunk.

Ying Yihan felt his body as if a ball of fire was born from the soles of his feet, and quickly spread to his whole body. The hot feeling seemed to be burning, and he wanted to stick out his tongue to outline the woman's thin lips like petals, and pursed the corners of her lips , but the action stopped abruptly.

She was still asleep and didn't want to wake her up.

It just pressed gently on the body, not daring to move, gently and softly, as if caring for a fragile ceramic product.

After the kiss was over, Ying Yihan raised his head reluctantly, opened his icy eyes and saw the woman's clear watery eyes, with a bit of waking up panic, the smooth glazed eyes reflected the man's stern face, the four eyes met , as if there were lightning and sparks crackling and colliding.

Ying Yihan is like a child who has been caught doing something wrong, he wants to stand up in surprise, but his fingers propped up beside the woman got tangled up in her hair at some point, and he couldn't move, just looking at her in an ambiguous posture.

Ying Yihan's hand, which wanted to get rid of the hair, stopped, and the woman's shallow breath blew on her face, itching, a string in her heart was tightened, and the other hand couldn't help caressing her delicate cheek, and tapped that Zhang bitten thin lips, distressed. "Didn't you say that without my permission, you are not allowed to hurt yourself again?"

Hua Rumo's cheeks were on fire, and before going to bed, she swore secretly that when he came, she would not give him a good face, but when she opened her eyes and saw him, all the cold words she had planned before were thrown into the At the back of the head, the eyes zoomed in on the man's stern face and deep black eyes.

Hua Rumo nodded, and a small 'hmm' escaped from the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)