Xianjun is too bad: please get on the pirate ship

Biting his ear, she tried hard, tasted the taste of blood, and heard the muffled groan he deliberately suppressed, she smiled extremely seductively, and also smiled coldly: "Besides, even if it is, what do you say to Qionghua?" I also don't believe in the love of Fairy Meng'er!"

Such a tone was too decisive, Ye Hua's heart kept sinking, he knew that she hated him, but at this moment, it became clear that her hatred for him was so deep.

"Meng'er, actually..." He was almost about to tell her that thing he couldn't say, in order to restore a little bit of his position in her heart.

But in the end, Ye Hua, the arrogant god of heaven, still didn't speak.

If he breaks his promise to that person like this, he is not the god of heaven Ye Hua.

He is also unwilling to use such things to please her.

"If you don't believe it, don't believe it!" After uttering these words, he picked her up from the water, gently wiped the water off her body, took the soft silk robe and put it on with her, and hugged her Back at the Waterside Pavilion, he hugged her and fell into a deep sleep.

A night without dreams.

When Han Mengxiao woke up in the morning, Ye Hua had gone nowhere, the bed was half empty, and the air was fragrant and sweet, full of the smell of purple lotus.Habitually putting her hands on her stomach, Han Mengxiao's eyes were a little sore.

The feeling of confusion just waking up made her temporarily forget many things, and she only thought that if this moment was a rebirth, everything in the past would not exist, how wonderful it would be.

She is Meng'er, the Qionghua Fairy, who lives with her elder brother in the Temple of Four Seasons, carefree and heartless as a little flower fairy.

Or a hot little reporter in modern society, busy with interviewing and writing articles, chatting gossip with colleagues, shopping and eating with friends, snuggling in the arms of mother, and growing old with mother in spare time.

Who says women are disasters?Don't men?that man...

The slight smell of medicine wafted into his nose, and he really thought of whoever, whoever came.

Han Mengxiao tricked her head, squinted her eyes, and saw Ye Hua's tall body blocking the light from the doorway, holding a bowl of decoction steadily in her hand, and striding towards her.

"You're awake, then, take your medicine!" Ye Hua walked over, sat down on the chair beside the bed, handed the medicine bowl in front of Han Mengxiao, and said in an orderly tone that Han Mengxiao hated to hear the most.

"My illness is cured, don't eat!"

The head was still very heavy, but she had already formed the habit of confronting him, so she just threw out such a sentence.It seems that going against his will can make my wounded heart feel better, but I never thought that when I stabbed him with that sharp thorn, I just repeatedly opened my wound, Blood dripping.

After getting along for many days, Ye Hua also knew about Han Mengxiao's point, so after she refused to take the medicine, he didn't say another word, directly put the bowl to his mouth, drank the soup inside, and then, stepped forward, grabbed He held her head, pointed his mouth at hers, and forcefully forced her to take the first sip.

The bitter taste slid down the throat, and Han Mengxiao slapped Ye Hua's face with his backhand.

The crisp sound of "pop" was especially clear in this quiet morning.

Ye Hua seemed to be ignorant, and transformed into a snow-white veil, wiped off the medicine juice overflowing from Han Mengxiao's mouth, and said without the slightest emotion: "Your body is not fully recovered yet, this bowl of medicine is a must. For food, you can choose to eat it yourself, or I can choose to feed it to you. Of course, if you are in a bad mood, you can continue to fight. It is just a beautiful skin. If you break it, I will just replace it. .”