Ouyang Wu walked quietly to the window and looked at the sparse remaining stars outside the window, like dim gems that had lost their luster embedded in the dark night, just like her current mood. Ye Chonghua stood at the door, looked at Ouyang Wu, exhaled slightly, pulled the quilt to get on the bed, pulled the pillow and leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Ouyang Wu playfully.
The gorgeous gold silk soft robe was embroidered with beautiful mandala flowers, and the hem of the luxurious soft robe was curved like a warm cloud, draped over the edge of the soft couch, layered, flowing light and shadows, and the brocade quilt embroidered with flame-red red flowers behind him complemented each other, seductive and compelling.
He was on the soft couch, supporting his forehead with one hand, his soft black hair cascading down, with an elegant and wild extreme temptation. He spoke so slowly, charmingly and lazily, deep and restrained, making it hard to figure out his thoughts.
Ouyang Wu raised her eyebrows, glared at him coldly in the mirror, and then lowered her eyes to cover the strange color in her eyes.
Her previous life's work made her understand that when there is nothing else to do, the best strategy is to delay the war.
Ouyang Wu hesitated for a long time, lowered her head to play with her soft black hair, and kept thinking about how to get out.
"No more delay." Ye Zhonghua's lazy and low voice was a little hoarse in the quiet night, and suddenly he turned over and got out of bed impatiently.
Ouyang Wu slowly breathed a sigh of relief. When he was there, it seemed that the air around him was frozen, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and even she couldn't help wanting to surrender. What a dangerous and weird man!
However, Ye Chonghua was only gone and back. When he entered the room, his slender fingers touched the jade pot, and his other white and moist hand held two amber luminous cups.
He poured wine into the amber luminous cups coldly, and after a moment, the rich aroma of wine filled the air.
"Come here." He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were dark, charming, and flashed with a proud and peerless edge. He hooked his hand at Ouyang Wu, and his every move showed his dignity and strength.
Ouyang Wu froze when she heard it, and her autumn eyes like water flashed a trace of difficulty. She finally got to Ye Chonghua's side at a slow speed of three steps and two steps back.
Looking at Ye Chonghua half-lying on the bedside under the soft candlelight, looking into his handsome eyes that were as dark as a deep pool and as bright as a diamond, Ouyang Wu's breathing became disordered for no reason, and she began to get nervous inexplicably.
"The first step to serve someone is to drink with me." Ye Chonghua stared at her with interest, his white fingers with distinct joints pointed at the amber luminous cup on the bedside.
You really think you are the boss! Ouyang Wu complained in her heart and clenched her fists secretly.
She pursed her lips. Now the situation is strong and people have to bow their heads under the eaves. She will serve and end this nightmare as soon as possible, and go her separate ways with him sooner or later.
Ouyang Wu took a breath, and her slender white hands held a cup of blood-red wine and handed it over. A smile appeared in her autumn eyes, "Please drink."
Ye Chonghua's eyes were like deep pools, his shallow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and his thin lips were slightly opened: "Who are you inviting to drink?"
Your uncle, it's really hard to serve! Ouyang Wu secretly complained, and the smile on her face became more and more beautiful, "Please have a drink, Second Master Ye."
"We are distant." Ye Chonghua raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, with a hint of arrogance.
Ouyang Wu clenched her fist, forbearingly took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and spoke word by word, her smile still as beautiful as a flower: "Ye, Chong, Hua, can we drink now?"
Ye Chonghua glanced at her with a pleasant demeanor, leaning on the cushion, looking lazy, with a few traces of warm summer warmth, and a smile seemed to appear in his narrow and long phoenix eyes, but it was so fast that people could not catch it. He said in a light voice, "You can call me Chonghua, um, you can also add modifiers such as dear in front."
His second uncle! This man has so many requirements, and he is so long-winded even when drinking. The veins on Ouyang Wu's slender white hands on the side were bulging, and she wanted to go up and beat him up immediately.
Looking at the scene where the little lion in front of him was almost going berserk, Ye Chonghua's usually cold and handsome eyes flashed with interest, and his half-closed phoenix eyes flashed with mysterious and charming light.
Ouyang Wu quickly calmed down. She calmly put the amber luminous cup back on the bedside table and calmly met Ye Chonghua's burning gaze, "The wine is here, drink it if you like."
Ye Chonghua stared at Ye Chonghua intently, his beautiful eyes were cold, and suddenly, he raised a charming and evil smile, clasped the pure white luminous cup with his slender and slender five fingers, raised his head and drank a mouthful of blood-red wine, but his dark and deep eyes kept staring at Ouyang Wu.
A drop of red wine overflowed from the corner of the perfect curved lips, giving a feeling of charm, enchantment, bloodthirstiness and cruelty.
Stared at by the wolf-like wild eyes, Ouyang Wu couldn't help but feel a little flustered. The danger she was facing made her subconsciously turn around and try to escape. However, as soon as she took a step back, Ye Zhonghua's slender arms had already hugged her around the waist.
His arms were like iron clamps, strong and powerful, exuding a majestic momentum. No matter how Ouyang Wu grabbed, the other party did not move.
A magnified handsome face appeared in front of her, with slightly opened phoenix eyes, eyes as deep as the sea, cold and lonely but domineering, exuding a strong power that looked down on the world.
"Let go..." Before she could spit out the word "I", Ouyang Wu was poured a mouthful of mellow and rich red wine, choking her and coughing, struggling desperately. The more she struggled, the more she could arouse the primitive desire to conquer in a man's bones.
Ye Chonghua's powerful palm suddenly locked her slender waist in his arms. The powerful force made Ouyang Wu's struggle seem so pale and futile. Both of them fell on the red soft quilt. Ouyang Wu's hands were pressed against her head by him. The passionate kiss was overwhelming and dense like hail. Overbearing, strong, but gentle and lingering. Lips and tongues intertwined, charming and long. His kiss was almost overbearing, plundering her and leaving her no way to escape. Ouyang Wu's mind was blank. She forgot to resist and think. She lost herself in an instant and was uncontrollably intoxicated in his gentleness. Forcing Ouyang Wu to swallow the red wine, Ye Chonghua rolled around her lips almost gently and lingeringly, and then slightly left her lips. A beautiful face was so close that they could feel the hot breath. It was very quiet around. Ye Chonghua held the small face in front of him, carefully and seriously holding her, with a trace of confusion in his eyes occasionally. This kind of scrutiny made Ouyang Wu very uncomfortable, making her feel like she was a commodity to be sold. Humiliation, compromise, or something else. Ouyang Wu turned her head slightly to one side in disgust, breathing the air a little further away from him. Suppressing the violent ups and downs of her chest, she slowly adjusted her excessive emotions. It was very quiet all around. The night light shone through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the ground. The wind outside the window was blowing, and there was a kind of weird and enchanting quietness. Just like the atmosphere in the room. Ouyang Wu gradually adjusted her mood and looked up at Ye Chonghua who was close at hand. At this time, the awe and coldness in his eyes had faded a lot. His handsome eyes were as clear and moist as if washed by water, and his eyes were deep. "Very good, this place has not been touched by anyone." Ye Chonghua kissed her soft lips, inch by inch, gently licking, sucking and sucking.
Ouyang Wu instinctively dodged, but a tingling sensation like an electric shock spread throughout her body, and her body could not help but spasm, as if she was placed high in the clouds, with an abyss below her.
To be fair, his breath smelled very good, with a smell of warm summer grass, like intoxicating wine, dizzy and lingering, and eroding the bones.
"Who said it has never been touched by anyone?" Ouyang Wu raised her eyebrows stubbornly, and said stubbornly, "You have heard of the King of Huai'an, right?"
This strong man first suppressed her pride, and then gave her humiliating memories. In front of her, he was always high above her, calm and composed, as if everything was under control. But Ouyang Wu didn't want to do as he wished.
She knew a little about Ye Chonghua's identity, but Ouyang Wu was not sure whether he knew her identity. If he didn't know, it would be fine. If he did, where could she escape to?
So, Ouyang Wu couldn't help but test it.
As soon as the three words "Huai'an King" came out, it was like a bomb was ignited, and the factors in the air suddenly condensed like frost.
Ye Chonghua's deep eyes revealed a sharp light, his face was so cold that it could scrape off a layer of frost, quiet but containing bloody fangs, with a strong murderous aura.