Quick wear: The villain made the male protagonist cry again

Chapter 332 Tyrant 22
Xuan Qin turned his head uncomfortably: "Slick tongue."

But his reddish ear tips revealed his inner activities at this time.

Shen Chen saw that his expression softened, she was so sleepy now, she just wanted to go to bed quickly.

But Xuanqin was quite interested and wanted her to take him out to enjoy the moon at night.

She also said that she wanted to see the environment in which she grew up.

In the cold weather, the two stood in the yard staring at each other. Tonight was cloudy, gray and moonless, and only the yard was lit with pale lights.

Shen Chen yawned lazily.

The two were frozen like dogs, and finally returned to Shen Chen's room obediently.

Xuan Qin looked left and right in Shen Chen's room curiously.

Shen Chen fell asleep holding the hand warmer.

Shen Chen's room is too plain, not like an ordinary daughter's room, but more like a man's room wielding swords.

However, Shen Chen is indeed not an ordinary daughter.

He gently stroked Shen Chen's long whip and sword hanging on the wall, and found the books and words Shen Chen had copied and written on the book case.

Her handwriting is extremely ugly, crooked, crawling like bugs on the paper.

There is only a very simple mirror on Shen Chen's dressing table, and then there are a few worthless plain hairpins.

Xuan Qin suddenly remembered that she never seemed to like too many gorgeous decorations.

He still has some rare swords in his private treasury.

Just when he was still thinking about how to give those rare toys to Shen Chen without putting on airs.

Suddenly found a small box in the wooden drawer.

The small box was extremely exquisite, as if it had preserved something very precious.

Xuan Qin pursed his lips, and held the small box in his palm. It was not locked, but the design was very precise, and it took some effort to open it.

It doesn't look like Yanchi's stuff.

He fiddled with the jade butterfly in the center of the box for a long time with his long fingers, only to hear a snap.

The box is opened.

It was full of letters.

The handwriting inside is chic and arrogant, and its owner should also be a person with a high spirit.

He turned over.

His face was getting darker and darker.

They were all Meng Lang's love poems, coquettishly quoted from classics.

Some of them are extremely explicit, and at the back of every letter, Brother Shen's Hengdi is written.

This is the romance between Shen Chen and another person.

The well-preserved letter paper turned into a ball in Xuan Qin's palm, and then fell into the furnace like a moth to a flame and turned into ashes.

Xuanqin felt cold, and looked for Shen Chen's location.

Unexpectedly, the woman had already run to the bed and fell asleep comfortably.

He stands by the bed.

He looked at him deeply, his eyes were like a deep ancient pool, extremely dangerous.

Half of her small face was buried under the quilt, only a small head was exposed, and her long hair was tangled and scattered.

When she was asleep, her cold eyes were closed tightly, her slender eyelashes, and her fair skin looked a little quiet and sweet.

Xuan Qin wanted to wake her up and question her.

But for some reason, he sat on the edge of the bed just like that.

His eyes were full of tenderness, and his hands gently brushed away her messy hair, revealing her pretty little face.

"I'm no worse than that Heng Yu."

Shen Chen seemed to feel his movement, opened his eyes a little, and glanced at him.

Then he said wearily, "Have you finished reading?"

Shen Chen moved inside very skillfully, making room for Xuanqin.

Xuan Qin was wearing pajamas, lying beside Shen Chen.

Shen Chen didn't open his eyes again, and took him into his arms, complaining: "It's so cool."

But he didn't let go.

(End of this chapter)