Evil lazy little queen mother: the royal family has evil spirits

Chapter 10 Damn, Just Pretend

What kind of environment is needed to train oneself to be so indifferent and ruthless.

Regardless of the threat on his neck, Xu Yanwenyin raised his other hand in a strange way, touched Xuanji's cold face, and murmured: "Aren't you tired?"

The four words "very light, very light" were washed lighter and lighter by the icy rain.

Xuanji's eyes and ears are so sensitive, she was slightly shocked when she heard the words, and her heart felt inexplicably sore.

The woman in front of her face was pale, it was still the same face,

But there is no respect and numbness like before, the pulse under the palm is so fragile, just a little force...

But, "Aren't you tired?" The sentence just now reappeared in my mind.

For so many years, no one has ever asked himself, looking at the familiar but suddenly unfamiliar woman in front of him probingly, can amnesia really change a person's temperament?

Withdrawing her hand, Xuanji returned to her usual indifference,
Just as Xu Yanwenyin was breathing, he suddenly saw Xuanji lift his hand, his whole body softened, and his eyes fell into a hug.

Xuanji hugged Xu Yanwenyin who had been doused into a sleeping hole, glanced at the umbrella that fell on the ground out of the corner of her eyes, and flew towards Xu Yanwenyin's residence.

Tonight, after all, something was different.

People can't get along with each other just by being polite!

This was Xu Yanwenyin's first thought when he woke up in the morning. That Mr. Xuanji was really yin and yang. Last night, I must have been dazzled by seeing him. I thought he was pitiful, so he tapped his acupuncture points for no reason.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Xu Yanwenyin let Qingxuan and Zichen dress herself up, feeling really upset.

Watching the young woman in the mirror change into women's attire, I marveled in my heart that this ancient make-up technique is really magical.

"Son."

Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in the mirror, Xu Yanwenyin's sulky mood escalated into unhappiness.

Still dressed in white, with an iron mask covering his face, he will never see the real person.

The man in white in the mirror waved his hand slightly, Qingxuan and Zichen pushed out of the room respectfully and did not forget to close the door.

Xuanji walked behind Xu Yanwenyin, and a delicate laurel hairpin suddenly appeared in her hand like a magic trick. She raised it up quietly and looked into Xu Yanwenyin's eyes through the bronze mirror.

(End of this chapter)