Shadow Bride

Su Xingyu lives in a wealthy area.

In the so-called rich area, you can always meet all kinds of neighbors who are either rich or noble, and you just run into a celebrity.

Xia Ling is one of them, and she is very eye-catching. After all, in such a high-end and luxurious community, she squatted in front of other people's homes when she had nothing to do, and even played hide-and-seek and lollipop quarrels with children. , It's really rare. She maintained the posture of the dog gnawing the mud, lying pitifully in the flowers, with tears on her long curly eyelashes, blinking her eyes to look at Su Xingyu, eager to cry.

Su Xingyu sighed with a headache, walked over and reached out to help her up.

It's not to blame for her softheartedness, but the alluring beauty of some girls is extremely lethal even when facing the same sex.

Xia Ling stood firmly with her hand, patted the mud on her body, looked at the faint blood marks on the white calf scratched by the flower thorns, and started crying again: "It hurts... Will I have a broken bone?"

Su Xingyu almost wanted to roll his eyes: "Can you still stand upright after a fracture?"

"...That's also true." The girl turned her head for a moment and smiled, "That's all right, otherwise Ziheng will scold me to death."

She jumped to the wicker chair Su Xingyu was sitting on, and asked her with her face up: "What's your name? My name is Xia Ling and I live there—" She waved her finger remotely. Vague direction, "The side full of red roses. The white roses in your house are really beautiful, but they are too indifferent to climb. It made me fall out of the air and it hurts to death."

With that, he rubbed the wound on his calf aggrievedly.

Su Xingyu is a little speechless, Miss Xia Ling, who told you that the rose is planted to climb?

"What are you doing climbing my wall?" she couldn't help asking.

"You haven't told me what your name is." The girl stunned, and her eyes were shining and she couldn't see the flower tea on the small glass round table in the distance. "It looks so good, and I want it too."

Su Xingyu felt that it was a bit difficult to communicate with her. This... seemed to be a bear kid. She scowled and said, "Tell me why you climbed the wall, and I'll have someone make tea for you."

"Really?" The girl's eyes brightened and looked at her without blinking.

"Really."

"Lago?"

"Pull..." Pull your sister. Su Xingyu simply wanted to be vulgar, she didn't understand, the legendary song is like a heavenly, arrogant super queen Xia Ling, why is this virtue in private?

Over there, the girl with mud on her dress has already rushed over, holding her hand affectionately and shaking it: "Okay, it's done with pulling the hook. I'll tell you, I blame your roses for blooming. That’s great, I can smell the scent from a long way, and I want to climb up and take a look. When I saw the white rose, I liked it better... There is no white rose near here. I want to steal it, oh no ! I just want to quietly pick one flower and go back to Ziheng, just one! I didn’t expect it to fall off, and the new skirt is torn, oooooooo... I’m going to have a concert tomorrow, what can I do with my leg injury? do……"

The girl was upset again as she talked, looking aggrievedly at the shallow scratches on the calf.

Su Xingyu couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't expect it to be for such a reason.

She decisively picked a gorgeous white rose and stuffed it into Xia Ling's hand: "Take it, go home, and ask your servant to give you some medicine, and you won't see it tomorrow."

Xia Ling held the rose flower with two beautiful white hands. The teardrops on her eyelashes hadn't dried yet: "You also promised to make scented tea for me."

Su Xingyu took a deep breath, resisting the urge to pack her and throw it out, and shouted, "Gui Ma!"

The kind maid quickly walked into the backyard and was shocked to see what she saw before her: "Madam, Miss Xia Ling?" How did this Miss Xia Ling come in? There are no visitors at the front entrance!

Regardless of her surprise, Su Xingyu ordered: "Go and pack some scented tea for Miss Xia, and then send her home!" She was fed up with this crying girl, or she was so envious in her heart. The corners of the girl's eyes and eyebrows are so bright, she can be embarrassed for a long time for a little trouble. How much she wished that she could regard being scratched by a little flower thorn as a big thing, how carefree it would take to live a normal life, in order to cry for this little thing? It's a pity that Su Xingyu didn't have such a blessing.

Su Xingyu's expression was a little sad.

Over there, Madam Gui said to Xia Ling very politely: "Miss Xia, please come with me." She didn't ask how Xia Ling got in. Even with great curiosity, that was the host's business. Even if Su Xingyu is now banned by Lu Shifeng, she is still their young wife, and they must not be negligent. Her guests are the guests of this family.

Xia Ling hesitated to follow Madam Gui, halfway through and turned around: "You haven't told me your name yet."

Su Xingyu rubbed his forehead very unbearably, pretending not to hear, and turned upstairs.

When Lu Shifeng came back in the evening, he saw her half leaning against the bay window of the bedroom in a daze, her white dress and long hair scattered, as if a faint golden light was trapped in the sunset, and she seemed a little surprised.

He hugged her tightly from behind and kissed her ears sideways. She hid for a while, in exchange for him to bite mercilessly.

She cried out in pain, "Lu Shifeng!"

He struggled hard, but his whole body was imprisoned in his arms, unable to move.

His voice came from behind himself, deep and cold, like the harshest frost in the deep winter: "It's been many days, haven't you learned?"

She shuddered slightly, did not dare to move, nor did she dare to speak. He felt a low laugh, and the tip of his tongue gently pressed the blood droplets on her ears, tender and lingering, but it made people cold.

Her back was stiff, and she tried to keep herself from thinking about being embraced by a demon-like man at this moment. Her gaze fell unconsciously on the corner of the backyard downstairs, where there was a cluster of collapsed rose flowers, white. The petals were scattered like snow, and the ground was messy.

That was the trace of being crushed by Xia Ling this afternoon.

That girl who is as free as an elf...

Her fingertips lightly touched the cold glass, there is something beyond expectation...

Lu Shifeng kissed and cleaned the blood on her ears, and followed her sight to see the cluster of roses: "Xia Ling has been here?"

During the period when she was banned, the servants would report everything that happened at home to him. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the news of the girl's visit.

Su Xingyu was silent.

So he kissed her ears again and bit down on the wound just now, she cried out in pain again.