On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can’t Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

  Chapter 87 087: She actually fainted again?

  The winter night is as cold as water, the stars are sparse and the moon is cold outside the window, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles.

  The girl's face was flushed, her starry eyes were like water, the light in her eyes was slightly blurred, and there was a charming look at the end of her eyes.

  She lowered her eyes slightly, and what she saw was the man's ink-like hair **** with a silver hair ornament.

  As he bowed his head and leaned over, the black hair poured down, and it felt a little cool when it slid across the skin, and a few strands of hair were lifted by the night wind, brushing her cheeks, a little itchy.

  She raised her hand subconsciously, her arm was limp and weak, and her beautiful fingertips inserted into his hair, as if she wanted to push him away, and she seemed to want more.

   In my mind, I was thinking that it would be great if I could faint...

   I don’t know if God heard her voice? The next moment, she actually fell asleep with her eyes darkened.

  Nangong Mo didn't realize that Yunran had passed out at first, he was immersed in his own world, weaving his charming dreams.

   Then, gradually, something was wrong.

  When he got up and looked up to see the girl's sweet sleeping face, at that moment, the man's expression seemed to be struck by lightning, stiff and cracked.

  A bewitchingly handsome face that is so dark that it seems to be able to spurt out ink...

  Nangong Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes forcefully, and calmed down the urge to strangle a certain little girl to death.

  She actually passed out!

  She passed out again!

  He originally thought she was pretending to be dizzy, but he didn't expect to be really dizzy!

  …

  On a big tree fifty meters away, Feng Xuan was lying on the tree with his sword in his arms and looking at the moon. When he was enjoying himself, he suddenly heard that the temple was asking for water.

  Feng Xuan was really frightened, and jumped up from the tree with a frightened expression.

  His grandfather is done so soon? !

   Can't it? ! This... His grandfather should be fine, right? !

   Feng Xuan blew to the door in an instant, and called out in surprise and worry: "Master?"

   Following them for many years, the tacit understanding between the two is extraordinary. Nangong Mo understood the meaning of the word Feng Xuan almost instantly.

  Suddenly, the already dark handsome face turned darker, and he squeezed out two words coldly from between his teeth:

   "Cold, water."

"what?"

  Feng Xuan was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood, "Master, wait a moment, I will come back after I go down!"

  God, why does his grandfather want cold water again? What's wrong this time?

  Taking cold water baths twice in three days... No matter how healthy his father is, he can't bear such a torture, right?

  Feng Xuan fetched cold water worriedly, took a peek at Nangong Mo's dark and handsome face, and decided to risk his life to speak, "Master..."

"roll."

  The word is correct and the accent is round, and the murderous look is amazing!

   "..."

   Desire, begging, dissatisfaction, and satisfaction are terrible!

  Feng Xuan shuddered, and instantly swallowed the words that followed, "Get out of here, little one!"

  Feng Xuan returned to the big tree again, but this time he had no intention of admiring the moon.

  Let me take it easy, let him risk his life to speak again tomorrow!

  It’s a cold day, taking a cold bath twice a day is not the answer...

  …

  Yunran had a good night's sleep and woke up in the bright sunshine, feeling refreshed.

  She found herself lying on Nangong Mo's luxurious couch, but Nangong Mo was not in the room.

  The picture of last night replayed in her mind bit by bit, thinking of the things she did after she was drunk, Yun Ran couldn't help stretching out her hand to cover her face.

  Wine and **** are misleading people! However, the wine doesn't seem to be particularly bad... right?

   "Lin Wanyue, drink the medicine."

  The man's cold voice came, and Yun Ran turned around, almost thinking that he saw a black-faced god...

   "Nangong...Mo?"

  The man snorted coldly, passed the medicine bowl in front of her, and threw out three words coldly:

   "No left."

  (end of this chapter)