Broken Princess: Don't Come Over, Lord Wolf

The surroundings returned to tranquility, and I could hear my own heartbeat quietly, and every beat of my heart was so heavy and sad.

Her appearance could barely be reflected in the pool, it was still such a naturally charming face, but with a touch of femininity and the melancholy of a little woman.

When did she become like this?Will you be so brooding and tender because of some small things?

Shaking her white jade feet irritably, the petals floating on the water rippled with the waves, and when she lifted her feet, a piece of blue petals stuck to her ankle.

redemption.

Wandering aimlessly in order to get the elusive redemption, to find a place to stay.

Petal is redeemed because of her, but who will redeem her?

She still wears the grass ring on her finger. Although the flowers have withered, the vines are still pity.

Gently stroking the grass ring on her finger, the sweet words from the past echoed in her ears, she gently opened her red lips and whispered: "Are you my salvation?" In the face of love, she is timid and escapes, women are sensitive And fragile.

She didn't stay here all night, she walked slowly towards Nianmei Palace under the scorching sun above her head.

The bedroom was as empty as before, deserted and desolate, miserable.

The flowers in the vase have withered, they were picked by Luo Ming himself and given to her.

The slender fingers gently stroked the withered petals, and a sense of melancholy rose from her heart. Her heart was drawn by him, but she didn't know where he was or what he was doing at this time.

I don't know when it started, they really seldom stay together anymore, she doesn't know where he is, and he won't suddenly appear by her side again.

Tired?The word suddenly appeared in her mind.

There was a sneer on the charming lips, and painful thoughts flowed in the cold eyes, and the withered yellow petals were torn off by her, and they fell into crumbs between her fingers.

Turning around, the slender figure walked out resolutely, but the sunlight shining in from outside the house could not drive away the coldness inside the house.

In the majestic and luxurious study room, all kinds of books are neatly displayed, but the whole room is not filled with the smell of ink, but full of the smell of wine.

Many empty wine bottles fell on the ground in a mess, smelling like alcohol.

I don't know how much wine he had drunk, Luo Ming, who was already half drunk, was half lying on the desk, holding a silver-white jug and pouring it into his own mouth.

Drinking alcohol is like drinking water, and I will never give up until I am drunk.

The closed study door was suddenly pushed open, and the strong sunlight came in. In an instant, he couldn't open his eyes accustomed to the darkness, and couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly.

Jianmei frowned slightly, and said in a cold tone with obvious anger: "Who let you in! Get out!"

Bathed in the sunlight was a slender figure. She closed the door, walked towards Luo Ming slowly, and said in a cold tone, "So this Nian Mei Palace also has my forbidden area?" He built it for her, this is her palace.

The glare of the sun was blocked outside the door, squinting his eyes slightly, he saw her appearance clearly, and called out in disbelief: "Mei'er..." His thin and cool lips curled into a mocking arc, his Xin was laughing at himself, trying to drink away his worries, but his mind was full of her, and he even hallucinated that it was her who had appeared.

Picking up the wine jug, another sip of strong wine fell into his belly.

The Nangong Mei he saw was not a hallucination, at this moment, she was looking at him who was drunk with heartache.

She walked slowly to his side, reached out her hand to stop him from drinking, and said sadly: "Why do you torture yourself like this?" Seeing him like this, she felt very heartbroken, even more sad than the previous grief.

Her hand was cold and soft, with the beauty that he wanted to hold tightly.The moment she touched him, he knew that she was not an illusion, she was really here.

He put the jug in his hand on the table very cooperatively, raised his eyes, looked at her with a smile and said, "Why are you here?"

He was drunk, so he forgot to hide the sadness in his eyes, and the smile on his face became so hypocritical.

Her heart constricted a bit, feeling a sharp pain.

She heard that for a period of time he was addicted to alcohol, and would get drunk every day.The King of War was once reduced to a drunk on the street, and at that time, it was the time when she disappeared in the world of mortals.

Staring at his eyes blurred by alcohol, she said sadly, "Why? Why did we become like this?" It was the first time she had such a feeling, obviously he was right in front of her eyes, but it made him feel like this. She felt so out of reach.

Luo Ming's smile disappeared on his face, he turned his eyes away from Nangong Mei, and said coldly: "Don't you know?" He had been avoiding, but she asked him to face it.

Nangong Mei asked instead, "Should I know?"

"Yes. You don't know! How would you know?! Hehe..." He smiled coldly, stood up, his dark eyes still refused to look at her again.

Nangong Mei's two curved willow eyebrows were tightly frowned, feeling uneasy invaded her nerves, and whispered: "Ming..." His anger, his pain made her feel scared, and she imagined it thousands of times His bright future began to become fragile in his crazy look.

"You know, you love me, right?" Turning around, he stared at her and asked suddenly.

Looking at Luo Ming in front of him, who was so strange, the pain in his heart deepened, and he said, "What the hell are you..." Before she could finish her words, Bo Jiang's lips pressed up, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, Frantically plundering her oxygen.

He was drunk, drunk from too much alcohol, drunk from the woman in front of him, so completely drunk.

Biting her soft lips without any tenderness, his long and slender hands tore up her clothes mercilessly, without even hearing her objection, and possessed her like a wild beast.

After the storm passed, he fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he still hugged her tightly in his arms.

Nangong Mei lay naked in his arms, her pretty face leaned against his hard chest, her slightly opened eyes revealed her fatigue and heartache, crystal liquid slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes, dripping on the On bronzed skin.

She knew he was drunk, but being drunk was not a good reason.It is said that if you tell the truth after being rescued, what you feel after drinking is the most real!

He wants her, but also rejects her.He is contradictory to his love for her, but he loathes her body, the loathing of her body, and the loathing of her heart.

Her body didn't belong to him alone, and it wasn't so pure and clean. He cared about it in his heart, and he cared so much, so he was so repulsive.

She felt it, and it was still so profound.

He finally hated the dirty body.

Thinking back to the beginning, the first time they met, they were lingering in the dark, without any emotional involvement, but the most primitive instinct of the body was tending them to seek each other.But when he saw the still white sheets, the disgust in his eyes was so obvious, and his disgust for her was so deep.

Just because she looks like Hange, the wheel of fate brought them together again. From revenge to deep love, it only took a few months for them to fall in love with each other.

But Luo Ming was always a man of this era, this feudal era.Like other men, he does not allow his woman to be defiled by other men, which is unacceptable to his haughty heart.

Because of hatred, he possessed her time and time again, and because of love, he gently wanted to occupy her, and because of love, there was no room for a grain of sand in his eyes, because she was once someone else's woman, he didn't mind!

So he tortured himself, so he alienated her, so their love was so fragile because of his stupid mind.

Luo Ming is undoubtedly the man who cares about such things the most, how can she forget?It was so clear from the first time we met!

The surroundings became very quiet, and she could clearly hear his heartbeat, so calm and rhythmic.

The smell of alcohol in the room was no longer so strong, but she was drunk, with a fishy-sweet taste in her mouth, and hot streams lingered in her belly.

Tired, really tired, tired of pain and tired of injury.

The pretty smiling face was pressed tightly against his bronzed chest, the cherry red lips curled up in a bitter arc, and the thick eyelashes drooped down slowly, carrying all her heartache, indulging in the boundless darkness.

I finally understand why Shangguan Mu Shao refused to believe in love back then, even though he met her, even though he couldn't fall in love with her on his own, he still loved her with some reservations.He once said that the word love is too fragile and too hurtful.

If you fall into the vortex of love, you are destined to be injured all over your body. Behind the sweetness is the abyss of pain.

The cold moonlight shone on the glazed tiles, making the whole palace glow with a faint blue mist.

The bright moon hangs high, and under the darkness that should have been the dead of night, a dark red figure hovers uncomfortably outside the study. Her steps are very light, but her frown shows her anxiety at the moment.

After a long time, she finally decided to walk to the door of the study, and raised her hand to knock on the door, but the clenched hand stopped in mid-air, but she couldn't knock down, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

The door of the master's room was not easy for him to knock, but she had to knock because Nangong Mei had been missing for a day and a night.In this palace, they all know that even if the master is stabbed, it is not a big deal, but if Nangong Mei loses a hair, it is a more serious matter than the sky falling!

Taking a deep breath, the hand in mid-air still knocked down, and there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door in the silent night.

The noisy sound disturbed the sleeping people.

Luo Ming's beautiful sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he slowly opened his sleepy eyes, only to feel that his head was in a state of confusion and drowsiness, and there were constant knocks on the door next to his ears.

The ear-piercing voice made his head dizzy even more, and he said coldly, "What's the matter?" Subconsciously, he touched his dizzy head with his hands, only to find that there was still a soft and tender body lying in his arms.