Flower Falls Jun Kexiao

Standing next to Li Yuluo, Ji Huihui felt inexplicably satisfied and at ease.

She fastened Li Yuluo's cloak tightly, and turned her head on purpose, not looking at the letter paper beside the candle.

Li Yuluo smiled softly at her, pouted in the direction of the letter paper, and said, "Not curious?"

Ji Huihui shook his head, then nodded again.

"Curiosity is a little bit, but it can be controlled. After all, this is your privacy."

Li Yuluo nodded, but brought the letter paper over, along with the candlelight.

"Be careful."

When Li Yuluo's hand was about to touch the candlestick, Ji Huihun let out a soft cry.

The erratic candlelight seems weak, but it actually implies a crisis.

For example, hot dripping candle oil.

"Let's have a look." Li Yuluo said.

Ji Huihui didn't know, so what letter was related to her?

She took the thin piece of paper and kept it close to the fire to keep it away from being ignited.

In fact, it is really not easy to read the characters in the firelight. The dark and blurred shadows of the characters require careful inspection to roughly judge the content of the characters.

The letter was about the palace banquet back in Beijing, and the imperial examination in the next year.

The content is brief, but it expresses the meaning of suppressing the censor's lineage, as well as Li Yu's identifiable enemies waiting for her after returning to Beijing.

Ji Huihun was taken aback, and looked at Li Yuluo in surprise.

Li Yuluo smiled and took the letter back, and burned it in the candle.

"Ji Huihui, we've known each other for almost a year."

"En." Ji Huihui nodded subconsciously.

"I think..." Li Yuluo looked in the direction of the letter paper that was swallowed by the candlelight intentionally or unintentionally. "Can I trust you?"

Threat.

This was Ji Huihun's first reaction.

Li Yuluo dared to threaten her?

Ji Huihun was frightened, his eyes widened, and he had the urge to grab Li Yuluo by the collar and slap her hard on her face.

It's been almost a year, isn't one year enough for you to see a person clearly?

Or do you think that everyone has a camouflage that cannot be torn off?

Ji Huihun lowered his brows and looked obedient. When Li Yuluo thought she had understood the truth, he took a sudden step forward. Because of too much force, he touched the edge of the case and knocked over the only light source in the room.

The warm light circled several times on the ground, fulfilling its mission.

Li Yuluo was slightly flustered by the sudden darkness, someone grabbed her neckline suddenly, and her back lip hurt.

Ji Huihui bit her lips hard, and the warm liquid with a faint taste of blood remained between her lips.

When Ji Huihun wanted to indulge in a kiss that she didn't even expect, Li Yuluo pushed her away, with irrepressible anger in his voice: "What are you doing!?"

"It's been a year, Li Yuluo." Ji Huihui licked the corners of his lips eagerly, his black eyes were hot and humid. "One year, you fucking don't know I like you!?"

Li Yuluo was stunned. Ji Huihui was a very well-educated person, which could be reflected in her temperament and her words and deeds.

And now, she swears.

"You..." Ji Huihui's voice was full of tears, "Why don't you believe me?"

I cried for the second time.

Li Yuluo ignored the bloody smell spreading from his mouth, and said nothing in the dark.

The two of them just stood like this, they couldn't see each other's face clearly, only the black and blurred silhouette stood quietly.

Chasing