The Moon of Rebirth Leaning on Fan Qing

The two faced each other, their eyes met.

A storm was brewing in Lengshuang's eyes, and the hidden aura was gradually revealed.

An Yanyue was neither surprised nor angry, just looking at Leng Shuang like this.

In the eyes of others, the two are embracing each other affectionately, with affectionate eyes.

The two people in the booth heard the movement, and what they saw was such an affectionate scene.

Yaqian hated in her heart, could it be that His Majesty really found a new favorite? !How can this be!

An Ruofan didn't realize it, and felt a little sour in her heart.

I said before... and now I'm with An Yanyue again...

If it was An Ruofan from before, with his keen observation ability, he would definitely notice the difference between the two of them.

However, the IQ of people who are really in love may be zero.

Even if An Ruofan refused to admit it in his heart, but the subconscious expression...

"See Your Majesty." Yaqian walked up to An Yanyue and bowed gracefully.

"Get up." An Yanyue said indifferently.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The tone was soft and provocative.

how?Is it to show affection in front of yourself?Sneer.

"Ruofan!" Leng Shuang saw An Ruofan leaning against the pillar indifferently.

Anxious in my heart, I began to struggle again.

Subconsciously, he was afraid that An Ruofan would misunderstand.

Glancing at the two of them, he ignored Leng Shuang and left.

"Ruofan!" Seeing An Ruofan's leaving back, Leng Shuang became anxious.

"I told you to let go! Did you hear that, you bastard!" In anger, he couldn't choose what to say.

In an instant, the surrounding air pressure dropped by more than one degree.

Silent.

There is a breathless dullness.

"What did you say?" An Yanyue pinched Leng Shuang's chin: "Aren't you being too presumptuous?"

"Kill me if you have the ability!" Leng Shuang was not afraid.

When a person is not even afraid of death, how can he be afraid of An Yanyue's aura.

Cold Frost is arguably a freak, though.

If other people were not afraid of death, they would probably crawl to the ground in fear when they saw An Yanyue like this.

"You must piss me off!" His voice was a little bit lower.

"If you don't want to be angry, then let me go." Leng Shuang looked at the angry An Yanyue, calmed down, and treated the taunts in a tone.

"But I have a tendency to be masochistic." Bending slightly, she whispered in Leng Shuang's ear softly and ambiguously.

Dead pervert!Leng Shuang really wanted to scold like this, but, after thinking about it, let it go, the one who quarreled with the pervert was himself.

An Yanyue loved the face of the person in Mosa's arms, her eyes gradually softened when she saw the person in her arms who was obviously angry but insisted on using a calm face to suppress the anger.Where had I been so "vivid" to myself before.

Shouldn't you have brought people with you back then?

Does he only have eyes for himself?Instead of that brat?

"Let go... let go..." The struggling movements became smaller and smaller, the eyes couldn't be opened, and the light gradually disappeared.

so tired...

In the end, unable to resist the darkness in front of him, he fell into a coma.