The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

The maid hurriedly poured water on the plain snow, and the snow immediately melted.

The light red snow looks very beautiful.

But as long as he thought that it was human blood, he still couldn't help but vomit.

After the maid threw away the basin, she immediately brought clean clothes to Duan Yiyao.

Duan Yiyao was in the courtyard, changing his outer robe without avoiding it.

Then she straightened her hair again, turned around and came to Yun Churan.

Yun Churan trembled and stood in front of him, hardly daring to look up at him.

Finally, after a long time, Yun Churan adjusted himself, raised his head, and forced a smile.

When Duan Yihuang saw her smile, his face that had softened a little suddenly sank again.

Yun Churan was startled, and quickly looked away.

Duan Yiyao sneered, reached out and squeezed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Are you afraid of me? Why are you afraid of me? You shouldn't be afraid of me. In this world, if I hurt anyone, I won't hurt you."

The former Yun Churan thought he had controlled Duan Yiyao.

But there is no way to make him listen to himself in everything, such as getting rid of Yunmumu.

For Duan Yiyao, it was as if she was still afraid.

It felt like I had raised a mad dog, tied it with an iron chain, and kept it in a cage.

But a mad dog is a mad dog, you still dare not get close.

"Why am I afraid of the lord?" Yun Churan replied softly, then tremblingly stretched out her hand and placed it on Duan Yiyao's arm.

Then slowly moved down until the man's hand, held his hand, put his hand in the palm of his hand, and said: "I'm not afraid of the prince."

"Yes, you shouldn't be afraid of me." After Duan Yiyao finished speaking, he sat down on the nearby chair.

Taking advantage of the situation, he also took Yun Churan into his arms and let her sit on his lap.

The man squinted his eyes and stared at Yun Churan for a long time, then said abruptly, "It's not very similar."

"???" Yun Churan looked at him suspiciously.

Not very similar?

Duan Yiyao's fingers lightly brushed across her shy face, but his eyes seemed to penetrate.

It seemed to be looking at another person, and then slowly said: "You don't look like your sister at all."

Yun Churan's pretty face froze instantly, and the body sitting on Duan Yiyao's body also froze.

Duan Yiyao didn't notice Yun Churan's strangeness, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said in a calm tone: "I've seen Duke Ying, and you don't look like him, have you followed your mother?"

Yun Churan frowned, stirring the handkerchief in his hand.

Their sisters did follow their mother, but so what?
Why would Duan Yiyao insist on mentioning her at this moment?

She calmed down her emotions, checked Duan Yiyao's face, and then said in a low voice: "My sister is indeed prettier than me."

Duan Yiyao thought of Yun Mumu's face, although it was bright, but the brows were peaceful and peaceful, which made people feel very comfortable.

Especially the delicate and fair skin, soft lips, and slender neck, seemed to exude a kind of attractiveness all over.

Duan Yiyao can think of her from time to time.

"Well, your sister is really good-looking." Duan Yiyao praised.

She looked down at Yun Churan in her arms again, thinking of Yun Mumu's flamboyant beauty.

Looking at Yun Churan's indifferent look, he lost interest in an instant.

In an instant, he also showed a lack of interest.