"Wh, what ceremony?"

Si Yunxie bends over and clings to her, temptingly dropping two words in her ear.

"Ritual to break the body."

After that, the two kissed again and became a ball, rolling on the bed.

A room of spring, rolling heat.

Outside, the moon hung high above the treetops, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, it was just bright.

Accompanied by the nuanced groaning sound, coming out from the window, after the thrilling night, there is also the love that smashes into the bones.

In the morning of the next day, Si Yunxie appeared later than usual and appeared from the corner of the stairs.

Tang Yi looked up at the master, and found that the master was in a good mood.

On the white shirt, the two buttons on the top were untied, and there were hickeys and chewing marks on the neck.

He still looked handsome, but compared with his dangerous and powerful aura in the past, Si Yunxie was extremely lazy with contentment.

Wandered down.

"Master, I wonder if Miss Xuanyun is"

"She's sleeping, prepare it first, and will come down to eat later."

"Yes"

Don nodded.

The sun shines into a room on the second floor.

Xuan Yunzhi was wearing a blanket, she turned over, and the tightly covered blanket slipped off her body.

The half-covered chest, the hickeys on it, the number of the hickeys on the straight thighs, the neck, and the collarbone are enough to witness how intense the love last night.

She is probably so exhausted that she hasn't woken up yet.

Zheng Family

Zheng Yan shut himself in a room, crying eyes severely swollen.

She woke up this morning and heard the explanation from her brother, plus what she saw with her own eyes last night.

She had to accept this fact.

Xuanyun is dead.

Died in that explosion.

She sat in front of the mirror and couldn't cry anymore.

At the door of the room, there is the concern of all the brothers, father and mother, and the knock on the door.

She ignored it.

She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to be quiet.

Why is it dead?

She just went back to call people's kung fu, Xuan Yun died.

If she knew this, she should face him together.

In this way, even if you die, it is worth dying with him.

As I thought about it, tears fell down again.

She sat in a chair, hugging herself.

Try hard to call yourself restraint.

"Xuan Yun, Xuan Yun"

She uttered a loud voice, and he died before she could express her intentions.

She had never told him before. She liked him a long, long time ago, and she liked it. She could be happy for a small move for a long time.

She liked it so much for him, she didn't hesitate to fight against her family, just to marry him.

I saw the unopened box on the table. It was a gift Xuan Yun gave her yesterday, because some things were delayed so that it hasn't been opened until now.

Shaking her hands, she stepped forward to hold the box and opened it.

It is rouge.

She watched, and the tears that had just stopped flowed down uncontrollably.

The hand gently stroked.

Tears kept streaming down.

Finally couldn't help it anymore and burst into tears.

Zheng Yu outside the door and Zheng Yan's father and mother were terrified.

Don't let Xuanyun die, his daughter also died, it's not worth it.

Zheng Yan's mother kept tapping the door

"Yan'er, Yan'er, be good, open the door and stop crying."

"What do you mean by this? If something goes wrong with Yan'er, how will I live in the future?"

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