Lovely Wife: Forced Marriage from Mr Ye

She hugged the pillow and changed her posture. A sweet smile appeared on her lips. Suddenly, she asked, "can you sing?"

The night Xuan of the northern Ming Dynasty sent out a breath sound of demon spirit, "eh?"

The cloud inclines to bend the delicate red lip, "your voice is really good to hear..." say not clear where is good to hear, but is the feeling that the ear wants to be pregnant.

Maybe it's because her mood is really not so good. Yunqing rarely and unconsciously took that step and put forward the request that she would never put forward when she was rational and calm, "could you sing me a song?"

The man pauses for a moment, the voice shows a touch of gentle and deep-seated doting, "good."

The wind came in from the distant sea, and suddenly a song came out of the quiet room.

"Break my arms, I can still hug you; cut off my legs, I can still walk to you; no eyes, I can still touch you; no voice, I can still kiss you, no memory, I only like you..."

the song with a trace of bloody terror is softly hummed by men with a warm, pun voice, no accompaniment, gentle His voice, flat and direct melody and intonation, is full of unspeakable warmth.

Cloud tilt back from the back of a dense chill, not only the leg is soft, even the body is soft.

What song is this?

Without waiting for her to ask, the song suddenly turned, overflowing with a strong dark meaning.

"Cut off my hands, I can still imprison you; cut off my feet, I can still monopolize you; dig out my eyes, I can still feel your breath, lose voice, I can still kiss your lips, delete my memory, I still only like you..."

cloud opened his eyes, suddenly felt a trace of palpitating suffocation.

She thought of the extravagant and dazzling delicate face of yexuan in Beiming. It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful and gentle man could sing such a bloody song.

His gentleness and kindness are in sharp contrast with the bloody and dark lyrics at the moment.

Seems to be aware of the mood of the cloud tilt, the night Xuan of the northern Ming Dynasty suddenly stopped, the tone seems to have a touch of uneasiness, "... Not good to hear?"

"Good to hear," although the lyrics are unexpected, but no one can deny that it's beautiful. Yunqing asked, "what's this song?"

The man took a moment to say, "a love poem."

The cloud poured not to hold back to smile, in the heart depressed completely disperses, gushes up a warm current.

Most of the men can't sing, and they have never sung, but they can't bear to refuse her request, so they have to move a love poem they have seen to make up the number.

That's nice.

Yun Qing thought, she will probably never forget, there is a man in her bad mood, clumsily sang a love song to her, coax her happy.

Her slender fingers pinched the soft pillow in her arms, smiling sweetly, "wait for my gift."

Beiming night Xuan gently "um".

After hanging up the phone, Yunqing got up and went to the bathroom to wash. She changed into a beautiful red skirt and wore a thin windbreaker. She also changed into a rare shape and walked out of the room delicately and beautifully.

The cat looked at her radiant expression, holding her little face and laughing, ran over, "little lady, where are we going?"

"Cloud Qing smile," to buy before the success of the gift back

With that, he walked out of his breath.

The cat followed her, her eyes bent and her eyes bent.

Who said their father would not fall in love?

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