Traveling through the immature concubine: Charming the world

Chapter 74 Vice King (4)

"Good Jiaolong, you are my good sister, aren't you? It's all your fault for causing trouble with your delicate face, otherwise the king wouldn't fall in love with you regardless of the danger. How about I destroy it now? It doesn't hurt, just a few times, Gently stroke it down, it won't hurt..." She couldn't mention Ye Suo at all, and when she mentioned Ye Suo, she completely fell into a state of madness.

The dagger was reflected in my eyes, printing a bright image, seeing my own face for the first time, my heart trembled violently.are these my eyesThin curved willow eyebrows, big double eyelids, eye pupils are like diamonds, so fascinating, there is a strange feeling, these pupils seem to be able to capture the soul... Delicate nose, fair skin, pale skin. Pink cherry lips... Facing this beautiful face, I suddenly had an illusion, as if it was not me.Suddenly, I thought of the three scars on the side of my face, I didn't dare to look at it, and immediately cast my eyes on Langyue in front of me...

"Langyue, don't be like this, how can it not hurt!" The sharp knife was almost dazzling, I shrank in the corner, and the scene when I was scratched by Aunt Hu when I was six years old pierced my mind again, and my heart was aching. No, I don't want to bear that pain again, no, mother-in-law, where are you, mother-in-law, Jiaolong is afraid of pain... The blade was forced in front of my eyes, before the knife came up, the pain at the age of six was hard It was vividly imprinted in my mind, and I fainted from fear.

When I woke up, I didn’t feel the pain on my face. I was so timid that I fainted from fright. I stared at the empty beams above. It was still Langyue’s new house. My heartstrings that I had just relaxed tightened again, and suddenly I felt warm all over my body. It's not like leaning against a cold corner, looking down, and falling into a pair of white fog-like pupils.

Is it a night lock? !

Only then did I realize that he was lying halfway by the wall, holding my shoulders and holding me in his warm arms, leaning his head against the wall and staring at me motionlessly with his expressionless cold face. There was a warm smile.

(End of this chapter)