Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 40 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 40
Ayano's kisses were thick and dense.

He didn't forget to unbutton He Lu's white shirt.

Delicate fingers wrapped around the transparent button and unbuttoned it slowly.

Lingyan raised her head, swept down, saw something, and was taken aback.

stopped moving.

Staring, biting his lip, after that, he seemed very calm again.

The sudden silence, the air seemed to freeze, He Lu was surprised and raised his eyelids to look at her.

All I saw was that Lingyan rested one hand on He Lu's chest, staring at the small red flower birthmark on her heart with a blank expression.

The birthmark, about the size of the baby's palm, is red and has four petals, which he carried when he was born.

He Lu blushed in shame.

She took off four buttons of the white shirt, and she looked at the small flower birthmark on the chest.

He Lu tugged, trying to get dressed.

Ling Yan held his hand, staring at the birthmark all the time, and moved for a while.

"why……"

"You'll have this birthmark..."

He Lu pursed his lips, his voice hoarse: "It's always been there."

Ling Yan frowned, let go of his hand, and got off the sofa.

On the expressionless little face, the pure black pupils moved, as if thinking of something, tears immediately covered it.

An expression of disbelief and suffocation was mixed in a pair of black eyes.

With her hands hanging down weakly, she took a step back, her footsteps were weak, and she almost couldn't stand still, a sigh came from the depths of Lingyan's chest.

He Lu propped his hands on his sides, his clothes were not done yet, he stood up and wanted to pull her: "What's wrong?"

Hearing his voice, Lingyan avoided him, and the tears in her eyes were like pearls one after another, hitting the ground with a thud.

Lingyan's heart was in pain like suffocation, she looked slightly sideways, her pupils were hurt and numb.

She shook her head, expressionless, as if telling herself, so weak that she could speak in a breathy voice.

Vulnerable and helpless.

"You are him..."

"how can that be possible……"

"Nobody told me..."

He Lu didn't know what was wrong with her, but seeing her cry, her heart ached as if being pinched by someone's hands.

With a pale face, he stepped forward again, held her hands, and wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"what happened?"

Lingyan stared at him, the tip of her nose was flushed, the face in front of her was covered by tears, so she couldn't see clearly.

Memories rolled in her mind, Lingyan's heart trembled, and a chill ran through her body. Looking carefully, her lips seemed to be trembling.

…………

"Miss, send you flowers." The man was wearing a majestic battle robe, with a sword pierced by his side, his facial features were tough, his face was covered with black and gray marks, a little dirty, and there were black scabs on his cheeks. Scars, broken hair.

When smiling, the dark eyes are full of love, and the corners of the mouth are grinning, warm and beautiful.

Ling Yan was dressed in a white dress, her waist-length hair was long, and she wore a delicate silver hair ornament on her head. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her eyes were as beautiful as ever. Every frown and smile was stunning and beautiful.

Playing the piano in the back garden, he was suddenly interrupted by him, raised his eyes to stare at him, showing dissatisfaction: "You are a great general who is the God of War, and you have moved your troops back to the court to meet the Holy Majesty, so you came here to send me a bunch of broken flowers. Are you naive?"

The man smiled indifferently, and sat beside her, propping his chin with one hand, all eyes were on her.

"I remember you said last time that you wanted to see the peony raised outside the Great Wall, but this time I specially brought it to you. Why aren't you happy?"

"Still annoy me?"

"Your future husband is not pleasing to your eyes? Huh?"

(End of this chapter)