Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1828 The Appearance of Nan Fengyun 1
Wan Wan looked away uncomfortably, Dong Ling Yu froze for a moment, a trace of injury flashed in his eyes.

still. .Is there no way to accept it?

Maybe he is too impatient, he should take his time, if he is too anxious, it will only have a counterproductive effect. .

Between the previous Wanwan and him. .It won't be as awkward as it is now. .

before. .She likes to be close to herself. .

And now. .It seems like everything has changed. .

"Qingyin, let's go quickly, if someone comes later, we won't be able to leave..."

The atmosphere seemed to have suddenly fallen into silence, and Wanwan broke the silence with a sound, then turned around and walked towards the staircase.

Dong Lingyu looked at her back with a sad expression, then strode forward and walked side by side with her.

The two had just walked halfway up the stairs, when suddenly, Dong Lingyu froze and ran back to the basement with Wanwan.

"Qing Yin..."

Wanwan called out to him with some doubts, Dong Lingyu covered her mouth with his hand, hissed in a low voice, and then pulled her to hide behind a big icicle.

The two of them had just hid for a while when they heard the sound of steady footsteps.

somebody is coming. . .

people here. .Except the two of them. .There is only one person.

Is it Nan Fengyun?
Wan Wan glanced at Dong Ling Yu nervously, Dong Ling Yu held her hand tightly, looked straight at her with dark and deep eyes, and gave her a reassuring look.

Wanwan nodded lightly, and the two held hands, listening to the movement outside.

As the steady footsteps gradually approached, a faint scent of ambergris entered their noses.

Ambergris. .This is the type of incense most commonly used by emperors. . .

The person who came was Nan Fengyun without a doubt. . .

"Lian'er, I'm here to see you, how are you doing today, I'm a little late, you won't be angry, will you?"

A deep and mellow male voice suddenly sounded, Wan Wan and Dong Ling Yu glanced at each other, and the hands that were holding each other became even tighter.

Nan Fengyun, who was dressed in a royal blue brocade robe, looked sadly at Shangguan Chulian in the ice coffin, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand, exerted sufficient internal strength, and easily lifted the lid of the ice coffin.

(End of this chapter)