Uncle, this palace is not going to sleep tonight

Chapter 440

On the branch of the moon, Yan Zuimo left Ta Xuexuan, and paused for a while on the way back to Bitong Tower.

On the left is Bitong Building.

On the right is the Liuli Pavilion.

Liuli Pavilion... Lan Shiji and her, and her...

Shaking his head, Yan Zuimo suddenly felt a little hot on his cheeks, and unexpectedly remembered what happened last night involuntarily.

"Yan Zuimo, what are you thinking, he is not yours, and you are not his." She closed her eyes forcefully, raised her eyelashes, and glanced back at Ta Xuexuan behind her.

That's right, Lan Shiji belongs to Hang Qingxue.

And you, Yan Zuimo, you can't have any hesitation on this matter, absolutely not!

The fingers loosened and clenched, clenched and loosened.

Just when Yan Zuimo was standing still, a familiar voice came from behind: "It's so late, why don't you go back?"

Turning around suddenly, Lan Shiji was right in front of her eyes.

"It's so late, didn't you go back?"

"I..." Lan Shiji looked at Yan Zuimo's face, and didn't know what to say.

In fact, he just came out of Bitong Tower just now.I couldn't find Yan Zuimo in the master bedroom, so I asked the shadow guards to look for her, and found her all the way here, only to see her stupidly looking at the two roads on the left and right, with a look of difficulty in making a choice.

For a woman like Yan Zuimo, is there a dilemma?

"I want to see Qingxue, so..." Lan Shiji got stuck in the middle of her sentence, not knowing how to continue.

Their relationship was already very ambiguous, especially Qingxue... At this moment, how could he mention Qingxue in front of Yan Zuimo...

Sure enough, Yan Zuimo's hazy eyes instantly turned dark, as if breaking free from the mist, as if he had broken through a nightmare he had set up.

She took a small step back, stood on the pebble road to Bitong Tower, raised her head and smiled at Lan Shiji, softly but without any emotion, "Since we are going to see Miss Hang, we can go now. I don't care Stand here and do what you want."

Turning around, her skirt drew a beautiful arc on the long cobblestone road. She had already turned around and was about to leave—"Wait!"

The embroidered shoes that took a step did not move again, Yan Zuimo turned his back to Lan Shiji, and said lightly, "What?"

Looking at Yan Zuimo's slender back and hair comparable to top-quality satin, Lan Shiji felt that something was passing in his heart, too fast to grasp.

To him, Yan Zuimo's existence was a mistake, and last night... was also a mistake.

But, why, he couldn't forget last night, Yan Zuimo under Cheng Huan's body last night.

She was obviously a passionate woman, but at this moment, she was as cold and indifferent as cold winter with thin snow.She frowns and smiles without the slightest overstepping, and she is even more alienated than before last night.

(End of this chapter)