The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

Not to mention the bed she is lying in. Zhang man is made of top grade silkworms. The thin blanket on his body and the bedding under his body are obviously not carved into the array of talismans. However, when he sleeps on it, he feels that the spirit is flowing into his body continuously, and it is still gentle and pure, without any harm to his body.

Xi Yue slowly sat up from the bed, looked around again, and frowned slightly.

It's not her illusion indeed. The room is luxuriously and elegantly decorated. Every detail is exquisite, and the room is spotless. However, it gives her a cold, even lonely feeling.

She was about to stretch out the curtain of the bed and sit up from the bed. Suddenly, a deep male voice came to her ear, "wake up?"

Xi Yue shuddered all over. She even forgot to be shocked. The voice suddenly sounded so close to her. She didn't feel shocked, because the voice was so familiar.

I know that everything of that person has been integrated into her soul and deeply engraved.

It only needs two simple syllables to make her blood boil.

Xi Yue sprang up, almost sprinting in the direction of the voice.

A pair of crystal clear and barefoot like lotus jade stepped on the cold blue brick floor, but she didn't feel it.

Layers of Zhang man were lifted, and a man's tall and straight back came into view not far away.

The man was dressed in a white robe and stood with his hands on his back. Zhang man started up and fell down again and again, drawing the man's back closer and closer.

Alone and standing alone, just like the bamboo standing in that figure, is so familiar, familiar, Xi Yue's eyes instantly become red and moist.

She always felt that the man had disappeared for a long time.

Without his affectionate gaze, his tolerant and doting smile, his deep and gentle words, when she dreams back in the middle of the night, she is always so cold that her heart is tearing like pain.

Xi Yue shook his hands and opened the door curtain made of crystal beads, which was light and dumb, overflowing his lips and teeth with the voice of endless yearning and pain, "Nangong......"

At last, the sound "Yu" has not been shouted out, and the man in front has turned around.

The first time, Xi Yue did not see the man's face, but on a pair of black eyes like a dot of ink.

Calm, cold, cold, as if thousands of years of cold can not be changed.

Xi Yue's call suddenly stuck in his throat, the burning passion in his eyes that can burn people's hearts seemed to be extinguished by the ice water with his head in his pocket.

It's not him, it's not Nangong Yu, it's not the man she loves. When her Yu looks at her, she never looks like this.

After hope, there is deeper despair.

Endless pain, yearning and unwillingness come to my heart, and tears can no longer help coming to my eyes.

Xi Yue tightly grasped her chest, and her body trembled with suffocating pain.

The glistening tears are like the broken beads. They slide across her face and drop on the cold bluestone floor.

Ji Mingyu watched her face change from ecstasy, anxiety and expectation to sadness, disappointment and pain. At the same time, she was confused, but also felt the pain of her heart.

When I saw that delicate and beautiful face full of tears, my hands and feet were stiff, the pain in my heart was more obvious, and there was a bit of panic.