Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Fu Yue paused: "..."

She glanced at the beautiful and cool gauze she was wearing, and an obvious disgust flashed through her eyes.

What the **** is this wearing.

It's freezing cold to death.

In fact, the house is lit with charcoal fire, it is not really cold enough, but it is inevitable that a bit of chill will penetrate into the skin.

So Fu Yue raised her eyes quietly and stared at Ji Rong...'s bed.

Soft and warm quilt.

She walked lightly in that direction, and then stretched out her hand towards Ji Rong——

Just then.

The man opened his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes stared straight at her, as if the abyss was staring at her.

Grabbed her hand.

Five fingers tightened slightly.

"What is Aifei doing? Want to assassinate me?"

It is the emperor's common fault when he speaks.

Persecuted delusion, suspected that everyone wants to assassinate him.

Fu Yue looked at his grasped hand, was silent, and then stretched out another finger to point in that direction.

Ji Rong looked down and saw a blanket not surprisingly.

"..."

The corners of his lips twitched.

Ji Rong's expression was a little hard to say: "What are you doing with the blanket?"

Fu Yue's face was expressionless: "I'm cold."

Ji Rong noticed that the clothes Fu Yue was wearing were very thin, like a cicada-winged gauze, and there was only a sling-like clothing inside. He even saw the other two wipes sharply...

"...Who made you dress like this? Ridiculous!"

Ji Rong didn't have a good air.

He squeezed his eyebrows, only then realized that the group of minions might be wrong.

He just wanted this woman to come to sleep with him, not to attend the bed.

Before Fu Yue was sent over, at least she was wearing a thick cloak. Who knows that as soon as she entered, the cloak on her body was taken away by the maid, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to seduce Ji Rong.

Now listen to Ji Rong say so.

Fu Yue almost couldn't believe her ears.

How can there be such an unreasonable person?

"Didn't your majesty let his concubines come to attend bedtime?"

Ji Rong squinted her peach blossom eyes, her tone gloomy, like a neuropathy.

"Are you blaming me?"

Fu Yue: "...I just think you are a bit rebellious."

Ji Rong: "Nonsense! I killed you!"

Fu Yue: "..."

Good second.

Ji Rong seemed to be very sleepy. He was impatient and continued to say these unnutritious words with Fu Yue, so he grabbed Fu Yue's hand, pulled her down, and hugged her whole in his arms.

The sky is spinning.

At this time, Fu Yue was nestled in Ji Rong's arms in a slightly curled posture. The top of her head was against his chin, the dark fragrance lingered in her nose, and his hair fell on her a little accidentally. On his cheeks.

Slightly itchy.

Fu Yue struggled slightly, and Ji Rong's pleasant, low-magnetic voice rang in her ears.

"Be safe, or I will kill you."

As he said, the arms he held Fu Yue tightened a little bit, he even lowered his head, rubbed Fu Yue's neck with his white face, "Sleep."

These two characters seemed to be humming from the nose, with a little coquettish meaning.

Fu Yue: "..."

Ha ha.

The dog is better than using her as a pillow.

In the middle of the night.

Ji Rong woke up with a headache.

Against the candlelight, the emperor’s angular profile showed a beautiful cold white luster, and the yellow candlelight looked like flawless white jade dipped in blood, adding a bit of cold and perverse.

Bloodshot fills the dark eyes.

Soaring killing intent.