Devil Monarch, Be a Good Lover - C243

Chapter 243

the hot air is dense

the mist rises, blurring Feng lingjue’s eyes.

Lying in the bath bucket, Fengling Jue reaches out and rubs her face fiercely

whoosh

her head swells. Fengling Jue holds the bath bucket and walks out of the bath bucket slowly.

Casually pulled a coat to put on, Feng Ling absolutely walked to a copper mirror, staring at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, his long hair is slightly wet, scattered on his shoulders, and his loose coat is draped on his body at will. He can’t hide his slender and thin figure below. Maybe he just took a bath, and his cheeks are flushed, reflecting that his originally beautiful face is a bit more charming.

But staring at herself in the mirror, Feng Ling Jue sighed and looked down at her thin body. She was helpless. In fact, it was right to think about it carefully. He was a man with a hard body. How could he feel comfortable holding him?

Then she looked up slightly. Feng Ling Jue looked at the mirror. Suddenly, Shen Qingchen’s words rang out in her ears. Suddenly, her face became more and more hot.

Shen Qingchen can always easily make Feng Ling dizzy.

Even a word can make him happy all day.

In the words of the servants in the mansion, he was completely eaten to death by Shen Qingchen.

In this regard, Fengling absolutely did not deny that he was really eaten by Shen Qingchen.

He didn’t know why he liked someone so much, and the other party was still a man. For the first time, he felt an impulse to stay with this person until death, to hold his hand and grow old with him.

At that moment, fenglingjue could not think of anything, such as the world, other people’s eyes, and frustrations. His mind was filled with this kind of love to the extreme.

At least now he has only one thing in mind, that is to be with Shen Qingchen.

He thought that even if he wanted to give up everything and have nothing, he would be willing to be with Shen Qingchen.

As if, in front of Shen Qingchen, all power, status and money are no longer important.

Feng Ling Jue thinks that he is probably crazy.

Thinking of this, suddenly the door was knocked.

“Who?”

Feng Ling Jue’s mind was pulled back and glanced out the door.

“Wang Ye, are you all right? Do you need a little help? ”

The voice of the people outside the door rings, Xu is to see Feng Ling Jue so long did not go out, afraid of Feng Ling Jue out of trouble.

“It’s OK. I’ll go out now.”

Feng Ling Jue slowly change the coat, light way.

………

Shen Qingchen always has something to go out recently, so he leaves fenglingjue alone in the palace.

The time with Shen Qingchen is getting shorter and shorter, but Fengling never sees Shen Qingchen for a moment, so she feels crazy about missing her.

Think of it here.

Feng Ling Jue, who is holding her chin in a daze in front of the desk, can’t help sighing.

“Why sigh?”

All of a sudden, a cold voice rang out, and Fengling Jue immediately raised her head. It’s not surprising that Shen Qingchen, who is slender and looks like a banished immortal, is standing in front of her.

“You don’t even walk?”

Feng Ling Jue smoked from the corner of her mouth.

“Walk lightly, don’t disturb people.”

Shen Qingchen said.

“You are frightening.”

Feng Ling Jue patted her chest.

“Disturbing or frightening first.”

Shen Qingchen looked down and said, “do you read seriously?”

Feng Ling Jue’s face was stiff, then she bowed her head and scratched her back neck awkwardly, “well Of course Yes

The last word, fenglingjue, has no foundation.

“Oh? Let’s hear it. What did you see today? ”

Shen Qingchen looks at Feng lingjue and slowly opens his mouth. His tone is flat, but there is a faint smile at the bottom of his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to listen?”

Feng Ling stops scratching her back neck and looks up at Shen Qingchen.

“Well.”

Hearing the words, Feng Ling Jue stood up, walked a few steps, and then carefully considered for a moment. Finally, she cleared her throat, “I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the tail of the Yangtze River.

Day after day, I miss you but not see you. I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will the water stop, and when will the hatred end? ”

Shen Qingchen’s eyes sank and saw Feng lingjue come to him and pause. Then, he looked up at Shen Qingchen and met his deep eyes. With a faint smile, he continued, “I just hope your heart is like mine, and I will never fail to miss you.”

Shen Qingchen’s heart is slightly tight, just about to speak, Feng lingjue has been in a hurry to interrupt him, “and there, you listen to me first.”

Shen Qingchen’s eyes are more and more deep.

Feng Ling Jue shakes her head and says for a while what she said. Shen Qingchen doesn’t listen to it carefully. It’s just the last sentence. He hears it very clearly.”There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees. You don’t know if you are happy.”

But a short sentence, but in Shen Qingchen’s heart rippled, how also can’t stop.

Feng Ling Jue is just glad that she doesn’t have a temporary brain blank. She forgets these sour poems. Suddenly, a voice floats down from her head.

“I know.”

Understatement of the two words, there is no weight, but can not help in Fengling heart heavy fall.

He Nai Nai of raise head, can meet up Shen Qing Chen that deep Mou son.

Shen Qingchen suddenly hugs him in his arms. He hugs him tightly. His eyes close slightly, like stars scattered in the night sky, shining.

“Is your heart like mine?”

The air was so quiet that they could hear each other’s heartbeat. These things quickly expanded in fenglingjue’s ears and became more and more noisy. Fenglingjue reached out and hugged Shen Qingchen. She put her arms around his back and held the soft cloth tightly with her fingers, as if she would not let go without a satisfactory answer.

They have confided their feelings to each other, but now, they have to persevere to get a well-known answer.

“It’s natural.”

Shen Qingchen hugs Feng lingjue’s head and inserts his slender fingers into his hair. He smiles and whispers.

It seemed that some big stone had finally fallen to the ground. Feng Ling Jue bent her mouth and held Shen Qingchen’s hand tightly for a few minutes. “Are we in love now?”

“Fool.”

Shen Qingchen didn’t answer, just stretched out his hand, gently stroked Feng lingjue’s long hair, the action was so gentle that it didn’t look like words, “it’s already so.”

As early as 50000 years ago, that was the case.

But, at the beginning, he was running away.