My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 68

The man in the mask looked at the woman beside him, his ink-dyed black hair was blown by the breeze, and a few strands were casually draped over his chest, with a white shirt as the base, like an elegant splash-ink landscape painting.

The thick eyelashes are curved upwards, like a butterfly with closed wings, and the transparent and clear black eyes are full like ink, with large swaths of light shining like lakes and waters.Under the small and exquisite nose, the petal-like thin lips are slightly pursed, revealing an attractive light pink.

The palm-sized face is slightly pale, and the cheeks were also scratched by the raised branches and leaves when it fell from the top of the cliff. It looks a little haggard, but it is still elegant and indifferent, making people unable to take their eyes off. The outline is clear and the lines are perfect , as clear and compelling as when we first met.

Wearing a mask, the distance between the two of them is too close, Hua Rumo can still clearly see the man's cold eyes with inexplicable emotions, showing a somewhat elusive coldness.Being stared at by such a stare, she felt a little terrified and shy, she shrank back without a trace, took a deep breath and waited for her emotions to calm down a little, before opening her mouth lightly. "Thank you son, for saving me yesterday."

The masked man's body froze slightly, coughed lightly, looked away, then picked up a dry firewood, and threw it into the fire that was still emitting dim sparks not far away.

He frowned, and it took him a long time to hold back a word. "Then how are you going to thank me?"

His words made both of them startled.

Hua Rumo frowned lightly, looked at him with some puzzlement, and didn't know the meaning of the words for a moment.However, he remembered the battle scene at that time. From what the man said, he knew the identity of the opponent's killer. Then, he must know his own identity. You must not harm others, and you must be defensive.

The small hand in the sleeve shook, and a decision was made. "To be honest, I'm King Han's maidservant. If you don't dislike me, you can come to the palace and King Han will thank you."

The masked man's eyes were suddenly deep and cold, his blade-like cold face showed a bit of hardness, he sneered. "King Han is just a useless person now, and you are just an abandoned princess. It's okay for you to want to elope with other men, but why do you think he will thank me for someone like you?"

His eyes became more and more condensed, and his eyes fell on Hua Rumo with a bit of desolation, as if he was suppressing some anger.

Hua Rumo stared blankly, her clear eyes fixed on him, her cheeks flushed angrily, which in the man's eyes was a sign of anger from embarrassment.

Suddenly, with a big wave of his hand, the woman's slender lotus arms were tightened. It was soft and soft to the touch, and could be held with one hand. I didn't expect her to be so thin. He pinched her chin and looked at her with the eyes of weighing goods. , jokingly said.

"Looking at your outstanding appearance, why not follow me and protect your prosperity and wealth."

The left arm hurts from being held, the water in Jian Jian's pupils swayed, and a layer of mist appeared, like the eyebrows of distant mountains tightly twisted, she looked at him coldly, "Young master, because King Han is just sitting In a wheelchair, call him a cripple, what about you? Don’t dare to show your true colors, how much better are you than him?"

The masked man's cold eyes dimmed in vain, his gaze fixed on the woman was as cold as a knife's edge, his big hands penetrated into the woman's waterfall-like black hair, tightly clasped the back of her head, and pressed down his cool lips.

His kiss was domineering, or it couldn't be called a kiss, but rather a punishment.There is a thick lingering crush between the lips and teeth, attacking the city.

Hua Rumo felt a whirlwind, the arms around her waist were constantly exerting force, the air in her lungs was gradually sucked away by the man, a feeling of unbearable suffocation, as if she was about to be crushed.

Looking into the man's cold eyes full of anger, she panicked for a moment, and these eyes slowly overlapped with the man from that night.

The man didn't let her go until the strong smell of blood filled his mouth, and looked at the woman who was panting slightly on her chest, her heart seemed to be stuffed with cotton, soft and reassuring.

(End of this chapter)