The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The night is as cool as water, the candles in the room burn quietly, and the luminous pearls inlaid on the white walls emit a soft shimmer.

For more than four years, Ye Chen's appearance has become more and more outstanding, but the aura on his body has become more and more silent, quiet and reticent, almost to the point of being ignored.

The veil is lightly raised, as if seeing the master coming, it rises without wind.

Qiong Ying entered the inner room from the outer room. She was dressed in light blue Chinese clothes and her black hair was scattered, covering the hideous scar on her left face.

Hearing the movement behind him, Ye Chen turned around slowly, her eyes reflected her figure, bright as obsidian, but only for a moment, insignificant, leaving only silence.

"Owner."

Qiongying remained silent, walked over and opened every wardrobe.

A row of cabinets, a dazzling array of clothes, most of which are purple and blue, with various styles and styles, and there are all clothes for ten to twenty years old.

Qiongying took out a robe that was much longer than her height, and straightened it up a little.

Ye Chen looked at her puzzled, feeling a little nervous, didn't she like it?She never paid attention to these before.

Qiong Ying put the clothes back into the wardrobe and looked at him.

Her gaze was as straightforward as ever, but nothing could be discerned from her gaze, it was probably too deep.

On the contrary, Ye Chen, every time she sees him distracted and loses his composure, it will make him lose his mind involuntarily.

"Sit here." Qiongying pointed to the chair next to her.

Ye Chen froze for a moment, then sat down silently, his heart was in a mess, this situation reminded him of that night more than four years ago, she also asked him to sit down, and in his memory, her fingertips were colder than ice... …

"What are you thinking?" Qiong Ying had already moved behind him.

Yechen froze slightly, remembering that she was standing behind him at that time, touching his hair, her fingertips ran through his hair...

"Why are you nervous?" Qiong Ying asked softly, her slender fingers touched his hair, and shuttled through it...

Ye Chen seemed to be holding his breath, in the exact same situation, his heart was more chaotic, more bewildered and unable to restrain than four years ago.

"Why are you nervous? Tell me." Qiongying thought it was funny. Could it be that she was scary?Does he need to be so nervous?

"I don't know." Ye Chen said truthfully, he didn't know why he was inexplicably nervous.

"Afraid that I will eat you?" Qiongying said amusedly, brushing his hair to the left with his fingertips.

"No." Ye Chen said slowly, her eyes were pitch black, just like in memory, her fingertips were still colder than ice, revealing his ugliest side...

His hair was pulled to one side, exposing the back of his neck. His complexion was pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun all year round. Through the bright candlelight, he could clearly see an extreme mark.

The imprint seemed to be drawn with bloodshot, lifelike, natural, extremely beautiful, so red that weeping blood.

Her fingertips brushed the back of his neck. This was her masterpiece, even if it was a fake, it was a unique fake.

Ye Chen remained motionless, as stiff as a sculpture, only the feeling from the back of his neck was left, and the coldness entered his heart.

"Ye Chen, how long have you been following me?" Qiong Ying gently brushed his hair to cover up the imprint.

"It's more than four years." Ye Chen replied slowly, the tenth day of the fifth month in four years.

"Tired of it?" Her voice played behind him, as if it was the sound of a flute from ancient times, mysterious and bewitching.

"No, no." Ye Chen's face turned pale, he would not get tired of it, he just wanted to go on like this forever and never change.