The daily life of a man who dresses as a woman's N size

Runyu, who was sitting by the bed, lightly raised her eyebrows.

Just about to reach out to touch her An Ran's cheek, "Your Highness, it's almost dawn."

A woman's soft voice sounded outside the door.

He sighed, and using the moon as silk and his feelings as threads, he strung up the reverse scales and hung them around her neck.

"Forget it, you will think of me after all."

In order to prevent the gods in the sky from finding out about his descent to the mortal world, he had to come to the mortal world to meet her while he was wearing the moon and stars.

He used dark clouds to cover Xingyue to marry her, just to prevent some people from finding out about it.

"Tong'er..."

In this life, he must take good care of him.

Standing up, he opened the door.

If Xitong is awake, she can definitely recognize that standing outside the door is the head maid who came to pick her up that night.

"You take good care of her."

he said.

The woman lowered her eyebrows and responded lightly.

Runyu looked back at the dreaming woman in the dark room, smiled slightly, and gently closed the door...

The next morning.

When Xitong woke up, the man was gone from the happy wedding room.

She took out the scale-like token that was worn on her body and was worn next to her body, and she couldn't help feeling very sweet in her heart.

The place she is now in is a mountain courtyard that looks like a paradise.There are several maids serving him around, one of them is called Kuang Lu, the head of all the maids, on the surface he is polite and considerate to her.

In fact, it is alienation and indifference.

Every time Xitong sees her, for some reason, she always feels uncomfortable, but she thinks too much.

That goblin, no, should be called Husband Runyu now, and she played harmoniously with her for a few days after they got married, but what puzzled her was that they were obviously husband and wife, but he strictly adhered to the duties of a man and a woman, and never crossed the threshold.

Moreover, he was often not seen during the day, and he always came to see her late at night, which made her a little suspicious and even worse.

Could it be that you despise her?

That's right, Xitong's heart is slightly sour, the maid named Kuang Lu next to him is as beautiful as a fairy, she is a vulgar girl who washes clothes, how can she be worthy of his persistence?

Thinking of this, Xitong's nose became sour, thinking that it was time to return home, her natal family had her old father, and she had been away for a few days, not knowing what happened to her father, so she asked the maid to take her home to visit her relatives.

Just a flash in front of her eyes, she was taken to heaven by the maid.

But when she arrived at her original home, the small fenced yard in front of the mountain was already empty.

There are only two strings of autumn wind rolling over the yellowed branches and leaves.

"Father, father..."

The house is still there, but things are different.

The woman's beautiful face was emotionally broken, "Father, where is my father, do you know where my father has gone?"

She hurriedly turned around and asked the maids around her.

"Ma'am, this mortal's fate is fixed for a few days, how could I and Xiaoxian be able to intervene at will."

The maid looked respectful, but Xitong could tell that her expression showed disdain for human life.

Suddenly, she felt panic, no, her father was gone, she went to beg her husband, he would definitely help her.

Back in the mountain courtyard, when she passed the water pavilion, she faintly heard the voices of men and women talking.

The water ripples against the edge of the rugged hillside, and there is a stone table on the waterside pavilion. The beautiful woman is looking forward to it, and a young man in white is sitting with his back to her.

Grinding with that beauty.Isn't that beauty, Kuang Lu?

And the other person...

From her point of view, it seemed that her handsome husband-in-law, who was always bright and clear, held the beauty in his arms.

how come?