The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

A boat lantern was blown to the shore by the wind. Lin Qingran walked to the lake, and carefully picked up the small boat lantern. The emerald green lake water wet the corners of her skirt, but she didn't care at all. The withered and yellow branches of the weeping willows hang down on her face with the wind, mischievous as feathers, outlining a thread of itching, layer upon layer, like the thread of fate.

The girl was holding the lantern in her hands with attachment, rubbing the side of the boat back and forth with her jade-like hands, her expression was a little excited, a little in a trance of memories.

For a long time, Lin Qingran looked at the boat lantern with warm eyes, bent down, put it into the water again with a calm expression, and when her fingertips touched the green lake water, she was startled again: the lake water is actually warm.

Is this a hot spring?

Lin Qingran flicked her hand casually in the lake water, confirming the guess in her heart, looking back, she smiled slightly: "Yun Zheng, you are so kind to me!"

The line of sight seems to fall on him, and it seems to be looking at something else through him, attached and meaningful.

He looked at him fixedly, his eyes were so far-reaching, like a secluded ancient well, containing a clear and deep meaning, turbid and unique.

At this moment, Lin Qingran might not be able to understand his eyes, she only felt a little crisp, a little numb, and a little embarrassed under his eyes.

A sigh echoed over the starry sky, and when Lin Qingran looked up at the night sky, he also saw the look of disappointment on the man's handsome face.

"Yun Zheng, what's wrong?"

Lin Qingran consciously felt that his sigh was related to her, and asked uneasily, afraid that she had done something to embarrass him?

Is it to let the twins run rampant in the mansion?Or is she determined to bear the name of disobedience and get the reward back?

She may not care what people in the world think, but she can't help but care about how the young man in front of her sees her?

She stared at him intently, in those eyes that were as clear as water and as deep as a well, it seemed that everything was invisible.

Yun Zheng suddenly felt that he couldn't face the eyes that were as bright as stars in front of him.

Lin Qingran suddenly felt her body fly into the air, and the next moment, she was hugged from the ground in his arms.

Sadly, this time she didn't even scream.

Habit is indeed a terrible thing.

"Yunzheng?" She grabbed his skirt tightly with one hand, and called him in a flustered voice, which seemed to be a bit of a question.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to enjoy the wishing lantern festival prepared for you alone with you."

While talking slowly, he hugged her, who was as light as a swallow, and walked to the pavilion surrounded by transparent leather silk not far away. Four pots of silver charcoal were burned at the four corners, and the small octagonal pavilion was burned. The warmth and comfort.

The boiling tea is boiling, and on the stone table are various dried fruits, hot snacks, and a soft table that looks very warm.

Yun Zheng hugged her and sat on the soft bed, leaned back on his back, moved his arms slightly, and wrapped him in his arms, leaned his back against his chest, and rested his chin on her shoulder , Looking at the lake with lights.

"Xiaoran, tell me what your first wish is, and I will help you realize it!"

Listening to his low voice, I can't see his expression, the posture is so intimate, and the back is pressed against his chest, and I can almost feel his heartbeat.

Such an intimate and ambiguous action made her so nervous that she couldn't move. After hearing his words clearly, her mind swayed: He meant to let her make nine hundred and ninety-nine wishes, and would he help her fulfill them one by one?

Nine hundred and ninety-nine wishes?

Is Yun Zheng going to exhaust his whole life?