I, the first son, became a woman

Maybe... because I just want to see him lose face.

The guy gave me the clothes, better catch a cold.

Then he must look very snotty when the time comes...

funny... huh?

should……

He curled his lips, and the words in his mind came to an abrupt end.

Xia Juan was thinking about something.

Beside him, Ye Ning had already opened his mouth softly, tightening Xia Juan's coat behind him.

"It's snowing, let's go back."

"Well... that... I think you should go back first."

Getting ready to agree.

Xia Juan hesitated instinctively, and quickly refused.

Suddenly, she also thought of Jian Feiyu's note.

Xia Juan doesn't care whether he attends the appointment or not.

only……

Spend the whole day with Yeoning.

And the two played hard.

so that...

Are you... a little bit into the drama...?

In a flash, Xia Juan looked at Ye Ning, and actually had such an illusion.

Subconsciously attribute his identity to her husband.

Even... Impossible...!

Just a second later.

Xia Juan trembled, and regained consciousness in fear.

Resisting the subconscious mind born from too much acting.

Xia Juan understood.

For the time being, I can no longer stay with Ye Ning.

She also thought about Children's Day instead of Mother's Day!

Xia Juan also remembered the four words "too deep into the play", and chewed them over and over again.

But in her heart, she didn't admit that she was in a trance for a while, and subconsciously regarded Ye Ning as her husband.

"Then... where are you going?"

Ye Ning looked up at Feng Xue, a little puzzled.

The wind and snow are not big, so it doesn't get in the way.

But at this time, where can Xia Juan go?

Or is it that she just doesn't want to be with her anymore?

Thoughts in the mind messy.

Ye Jing looked at Xia Juan quietly.

The latter waved his hand immediately and rolled his eyes.

"Leave me alone?"

"We... have you forgotten the conditions when we got married?"

"Of course, I mean..."

"Anyway, I'm going out for a while, probably..."

"Probably be back at night."

After hesitating for a moment, he finally changed his tone to a slightly calmer tone.

Xia Juan sighed, only to realize that Ye Ning blinked and fell silent for a while.

So at the end, she added another sentence.

"I... probably just went to the store."

"Go to the warehouse or something."

"Walking around..."

"...Well, be careful yourself."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

After a while, Ye Ning finally nodded.

"Then your clothes..."

Xia Juan stretched out his arms, and was about to take off his clothes.

Ye Ning quickly reached out to stop it, and shook his head.

"It's winter, you should take it with you when you go out."

"Come on! I'm not a cute little girl!"

Cursing her lips, Xia Juan gave Ye Ning a white look.

"Ye, keep your own clothes."

"I'm not a servant, I want to help you get it!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Juan reached out, grabbed the clothes and threw them on Ye Ning.

"Then I'll go first, you can go back by yourself."

"Um……"

Nodding his head, he took his own clothes thrown by Xia Juan in his hand.

Ye Ning raised his head and saw that Xia Juan had left him far behind, leaving behind a slightly flustered figure.

Suddenly, a faint smile slowly opened with the outline of the corner of his mouth.

Ye Ning was inexplicably excited.

Then he strolled back to the direction of the house alone.

And this side.

After breaking up with Ye Ning, Xia Juan walked towards the city gate without haste.

The old place Jian Feiyu mentioned...

It should be the riverside in the suburbs.

There, it was the first time the two of them met in the capital.

It was also the place where they met almost every time afterwards.

But Jian Feiyu is getting more and more inexplicable.

The number of times you call yourself out is getting more and more cumbersome?

Xia Juan had some vague thoughts in his mind.

But Jian Feiyu... is simply impossible.

After all, the killer of Wuming Pavilion.

He has always been unfeeling and righteous, and is simply a killing machine that annihilates humanity.

and so……

Then, it should be just my own illusion.

However, Jian Feiyu has no interest or relationship with him.

So Xia Juan actually didn't want to pay attention to the other party.

She wasn't going to go to this appointment at all.

Xia Juan even thought about letting Jian Feiyu wait foolishly by himself until dawn.

that must be very interesting!

but……

Since I just came out today, I don't want to stay by Ye Ning's side.

For a while, there was nowhere to go.

Plus what Jian Feiyu once said.

Xia Juan is still very concerned about the fact that someone wants to take his own head through Wuming Pavilion.

So in the end, Xia Juan decided to go to the appointment.

She has always been skeptical of Jian Feiyu, a killer.

After all, he...does he really not know who placed the bounty?

who else is...

Want to take your own head on your wedding night?

Or, this is simply Jian Feiyu's family talk, nonsense?

Xia Juan thought about it deeply, and felt that she had to ask questions on the sidelines.

Otherwise, she can't feel at ease.

And this time, if Jian Feiyu is going to gain his trust first, and then kill the killer...

That yourself.

He should also try the power of the magic whip!

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Thinking so contemplatively.

On the other hand, Xia Juan had left the capital unknowingly and came to the riverside in the outskirts.

At this time, it was nightfall and the stars were shining.

The moonlight reflected on the frozen river water, and a layer of crystal clear light was reflected on it, blocking the vision in front of him.

Xia Juan walked up unhurriedly.

She stopped and looked around for a while, but found no one around.

"Ok?"

"Where's Jian Feiyu?"

Xia Juan frowned, and was constantly scanning the dim light around him.

But suddenly, her eyes froze and her eyelashes flickered.

In the next second, Xia Juan turned around suddenly, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block something.

A long sword, also stopped abruptly the moment Xia Juan turned around.

However, the sword was not pulled out, it was still inserted in the scabbard.

In other words, the owner of the sword does not have any killing or fighting intent.

Then this sword...