Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

He stretched out his jade-like fingers and poked the child's white forehead.

"Try to try, how old you are, don't have to look for trouble all day."

There was a slight smile on the face of the girl Yaomei, and she whispered softly: "This is called a kiss. It can only be given to the most beloved... understand?"

The child nodded thoughtfully.

……beloved?

Don't understand.

But after touching her forehead which was a little sore, the little silver-haired beauty clutched her head, glanced at Fu Yue accusingly again, walked away aggrievedly, and the corners of the snow-colored clothes flashed past.

Recently.

Shen Yun gradually discovered one thing, his spiritual power seemed to have returned, although it was only four or five layers, it was enough.

He can make Fu Yue remember everything before.

In this way, this illusion can be broken.

...

Raised his hand and pushed open the door of the sleeping hall.

The child raised his delicate face and looked around, looking for the familiar figure.

Then his eyes fixed on the soft couch, which was made of jade and covered with a soft and warm blanket.

The girl sleeping on the soft couch closed her eyes deeply, her thick eyelashes curled up like a small fan, her red lips were pursed, she could see that she was not sleeping well.

The little silver-haired beauty gathered her little white dress, stepped lightly, and walked over slowly, awkwardly, he did not wake Fu Yue.

Climb onto the soft couch.

Shen Yun blinked his big beautiful eyes, then raised his hand to touch the girl's face, his eyes stopped on the soft red lips of the other party.

Kisses can only be reserved for the most beloved?

In his long and boring life, Shen Yun did not understand what kind of emotion love is, but he knew that Fu Yue was different.

I don't know much about love, but I want to come to you.

With her white hands resting on the soft blanket, the little silver-haired beauty gradually lowered her head, her cherry-red lips were printed on the thin lips of a girl.

A soft kiss.

When he raised his head again, the child's white face was already flushed, and he raised his little hand to cover his heart.

The heart beats fast.

There was a daze in Shen Yun's eyes.

He won't die, will he?

In addition to the guilty conscience and helplessness after stealing the kiss, but more, still uncontrollable joy and shame.

The little beauty's long eyelashes are dense and black, shaking, making people want to touch them.

Fu Yue slept deeply.

She frowned, her red lips closed and she uttered two clear words.

"Jun Heng..."

The feelings contained in these two words are very complicated, making people hard to understand.

Shen Yun was stunned.

He stared at Fu Yue without blinking, he seemed to be stunned.

Jun Heng? Who is Junheng?

The question came to his mind, and the little silver-haired beauty's dull and adorable face was a little dazed, and somewhat unpleasant, he pursed his cherry red lips, lowered his long eyelashes, raised his hand and pinched a trick, let Fu Yue Sleep a little deeper.

Then put his consciousness into Fu Yue's dream.

...

"clank--"

The heavy snow is flying up and down, the sound of the piano is lingering, like a fairy tune circling, unbroken. Following the sound of the piano, gradually, I saw a fuzzy back, slender and cold.

The top of a barren mountain and snow ridge.

The heavy snow in the sky makes the piano sound clank.

The carnation is green, and the copper stove burns incense.

The snow ridge is long and boundless, and the man with long hair and shawl is lonely, as if he is the only one left in the entire sky.

A long lyre stands horizontally, and a lone shadow sits upright.

Picturesque.

...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shen Yun gradually lowered his eyes.

the man?

This is that Jun Heng?