It turns out that I am the white moonlight of the cold boss [Rebirth]

The incense in the room is graceful and graceful, and the peach blossom is so sweet that it makes you feel greasy.

Qiu Lan was forcibly pressed on both shoulders by a pair of strong hands, sitting on the stool in front of the dressing table, staring at himself in the mirror with a stiff neck, all his black hair was pulled up, twisted into two playful curls behind his head. half ring.

He should have expected that Lin Ci would be angered by saying that sentence, but he still underestimated Lin Ci's perverted degree, thinking that he would be beaten up at most, and he never expected to come up with such tricks to torment him.

Standing behind him, Lin Ci suddenly leaned over, his head was very close to Qiu Lan, and his silver hair was hanging down, gently brushing Qiu Lan's face.

The sound of breathing was like a soft feather, hitting Qiu Lan's ear again and again, Qiu Lan looked at Lin Ci's pretty face in the mirror, and turned her head to avoid it.

Lin Ci slid his right hand down and grasped Qiu Lan's hand, and brought his hand to the makeup box forcefully, exhaling like blue: "Jin Buyao, Cuiyu Huasheng, Ruyi Hairpin, Butterfly Tassel Hairpin, which one do you like?" ? Or, which one do you think the king will like?"

Qiu Lan withdrew her hand: "I don't think the king would like any of them." It's no wonder that the dignified snow god would like this kind of thing.

Lin Ci glanced at him calmly in the mirror, and picked up a pink tassel hairpin. The butterfly inlaid with pearls spread its wings, but was imprisoned to an inch above his head.

It's like being trapped in the Snow Clan, at the mercy of others, and he has no power to resist.Qiu Lan couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness that things hurt others, she pursed her lips and looked back at Lin Ci from the mirror.

Lin Ci had already dabbed bright red lip balm on his lips with his finger, and rubbed it roughly on his lips casually.

The red stretches crookedly to the face, which is a little funny.

Lin Ci's complexion was gloomy for an instant, and he moved his face closer. Under the sufficient sunlight, Qiu Lan's eyes widened, and he could clearly see the delicate and smooth skin on his face, which could be broken by blows.

Before they knew it, the two of them were facing each other, and the faces were very close. The sound of breathing blended with each other in mid-air, and the air fell into a strange silence.

Lin Ci seemed to be dazzled, staring straight at the amber pupils in the almond eyes, and the light pink lips tightly pressed together, obviously resisting, but with a strange kindness.

It seemed that no matter what he did, the people on the opposite side could helplessly tolerate it.Even just this expression made him feel peaceful and beautiful for no reason.

I want to stay in this moment forever, I want to occupy this peace forever.

This idea inexplicably appeared in Lin Ci's mind, which made him forget his jealousy towards this person for a moment, and got closer and closer to that face by a strange coincidence.

When the two lips were about to touch each other, Qiu Lan suddenly stood up and backed away. Due to her haste, the stool fell to the ground, causing quite a commotion.

Qiu Lan was short of breath and shouted, "Calm down! I'm not the king."

The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and Lin Ci staggered a step like waking up from a dream.

He likes to wear a wide white gown, which makes his figure slender and slender. Now that he is close, Qiu Lan can really feel the explosive and destructive power contained in that body.

That is the natural strong body of the Snow Clan, yes, he is a general, the general who is stationed at the most dangerous point in the snowfield - Fengyadu.

Due to the relationship between Lin Ci and Yi Guixue, coupled with that gorgeous face, Qiu Lan always subconsciously thinks of Lin Ci as the weak side, but completely ignores that this person is a man.

A mighty Snowman.

Careless, he actually subconsciously treated such a person as a woman, and regarded Lin Ci's malice as a petty fight for jealousy, but he didn't know that even ten of them were not enough for Lin Ci to punch.

Qiu Lan breathed lightly, not daring to provoke Lin Ci any more.

Lin Ci's breathing was chaotic and fast, he suddenly took a few deep breaths, and without looking at Qiu Lan again, he turned and left the room in a hurry.

Qiu Lan was left standing there blankly, with a smear of red on the corner of his lips, he bluntly raised his hand to wipe his lips.

Actually escaped.

At night, a strong wind suddenly blew up, whistling and whistling, blowing the window lattices to "bang bang".

Qiu Lan woke up from the cold in the middle of the night, curled up in bed and opened her eyes until dawn.

At the dawn of the sun, Chanchan, the Maid of the Snow Clan, pushed the door in without saying hello, and Qiu Lan has grown from being frightened at the beginning to being used to it now.

He didn't have the habit of sleeping in late, so he got up and opened the curtain, and saw that Chanchan was holding a neatly folded cotton coat in her hand, took it back and shook it out, and it was embroidered with a pattern of butterflies wearing flowers.

Qiu Lan's face twisted for a moment, Lin Ciren didn't show up, he was disgusted, he was a suit, and he was only provided with women's clothes every day, if he didn't wear them, he couldn't get out of bed and go out.

Lin Ci once ridiculed him for "thinking he has some beauty and wishful thinking", and his current behavior is tantamount to deepening this ridicule with actions.

Qiu Lan tightened his grip on the clothes, creating an ugly wrinkle on the beautiful pink dress, he let go of his hands again, his face regained his composure, and he quickly put on the girlish padded clothes neatly.

After breakfast, Chanchan disappeared like a ghost. Qiulan would go out to wander around this mansion every day, but the place is too big and the pavilions and pavilions are complicated. After wandering around for so many days, he couldn't find a way out. Today he looks like Usually go out.

After walking around for a few times, I didn't meet anyone. The mansion was silent. As I was walking, a tall attic suddenly appeared in front of me. Qiu Lan paused and looked at the words "Liwen Pavilion" written on it, thinking about it.

The door of Liwenge was half open, and a voice came from inside, a strange male voice: "What is this?"

Another voice, which was also unfamiliar, replied: "Tomorrow is His Royal Highness's ninth birthday, and this is an invitation from Feixue Palace."

After feeling the pain from the palm of his hand, Qiu Lan realized that he had pinched his hand, and his mind was full of nine years old, nine years old...

It's Yi Zheng's ninth birthday. Speaking of which, he promised Yi Zheng before that he would always be with him. Does the child know that he can't remember himself, or he is resenting that his words don't count.

Qiu Lan looked down at the wound on her palm with no expression on her face, a little despised herself, approached Yi Zheng for her own selfishness, lied to the child, and left without saying goodbye. She really deserved it.