Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

He reached out to lift her chin. In the dimness, Bai Yunshang's eyes flickered. Although she looked at him, her eyes were not focused.

Sikong Zeye's heart seemed to be hit. Although he had hallucinated many times, he never felt that she would be so similar for such a long time.

Not the same appearance, same character, same taste...

It's an invisible feeling.

Very subtle, it turns into a hand pushing each other, and they are tightly entangled together - those with the same appearance, his eyes will get tired after looking at them for a long time; Only for a moment. [

Only this feeling of being involved will never change.

Heartbroken for her, heartbroken for her...

When Bai Yunshang didn't expect it at all, her strong arms held her horizontally in her arms——

Bai Yunshang's heart rose to her throat, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to hook his neck. All these movements were back to the past, so natural and familiar.

Sikong Zeye walked back with her in his arms.

On the snow, a long running footprint was left by them.The big footprints belonged to him, and the small footprints belonged to hers, intertwined intricately...

But on the way back, there were only big footprints, falling deep into the ground.

Did he recognize himself?Why follow her, why hug her?

Impossible, if he recognized her, he wouldn't have such an attitude...

He's drunk, and he's also running a fever, and he's not conscious.Or, he is just a very casual man...

He can fall in love with other women within a year, has he become interested in himself now?

Bai Yunshang struggled several times, but he didn't let her go. He carried her all the way back to the castle before letting her fall to the ground.

To Bai Yunshang's shock, he carried her back to his bedroom on the second floor.

The light was turned on to illuminate the room, so Bai Yunshang saw——

There are many portraits of her on the wall, especially in front of the bed, there is a huge portrait with flowers.

Sikong Zeye casually leaned against the head of the bed, admiring the painting, proudly said:

"My favorite woman. Isn't she beautiful?"

Bai Yunshang's pupils widened, staring at him in surprise.

That feeling of beating heart reappeared, thump, thump, thump... [

"Your clothes are all wet." He walked to the wardrobe, and the opened wardrobe was full of women's clothing.