My lord, don't make trouble!

Feather marks———

Yu Xihen was lying on Yin Ruge's bed, staring at the sky with his deep black eyes, motionless.

Closing his eyes, Yu Xihen thought of Yin Ruge's bright star-like eyes.

Three years ago, when he saved him, he was deeply attracted by this pair of eyes.

The pale little face looked at him with trepidation, like a frightened cat, with bright eyes and a delicate appearance, with an appearance of otherworldliness, and said thank you jerky.

He had been thinking about these eyes for three years, and it wasn't until his father made a marriage contract that he suddenly woke up. When he went to look for him again, he only heard that he was dead.

Yu Xihen has always followed fate, and he only met once at the beginning, so there is no need to fight against his father because of this fate.

On the day of their marriage, Yin Ruge caught Yu Xihen by surprise.

Yu Xihen really didn't recognize Yin Ruge at first.

The promised woman became a man, and this man even took the initiative to tease him, as if if you can't accept it, I will die.

Yu Xihen always felt that it was very familiar to him, but he couldn't think of anything.

It's normal not to recognize him. Three years ago, Yin Ruge was surrounded by an otherworldly light, looking at him with big innocent eyes, pure and innocent.

Who would have thought that it would become like this three years later.

Not only did she take the initiative to seduce him, but she also lied a lot, her big eyes rolled around, as if she was planning a ghost at any time, although her demeanor was not ordinary, she put on a weak pretense, her words were empty, and none of her words were credible.

Yu Xihen really found it interesting at first, checking him and suspecting him, the more he studied, the more he felt that he was unfathomable.

As he probed deeper and deeper, Yu Xihen seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and kept exploring.

It wasn't until he hit him into the water with a palm that Yu Xihen recognized this person, who was the one who impressed him deeply three years ago.

With a pale face, looking at him with wet eyes, with a gentle temperament, the whole person is weak and powerless, but still insists on dealing with him.

Yu Xihen knew that this palm was too heavy for him, and was surprised that he was the little wild cat in three years, so he followed him into the house without hesitation.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and Yu Xihen only felt blood rushing up.

Pale complexion, a stubborn look that clearly couldn't bear it but still struggling to support it, his eyes revealed a little haggard, but still bright and bright, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and the faint sweet smell stimulated his senses, biting his lower lip lightly , different from the shrewdness of the past, giving birth to a seductive romantic attitude.

Yu Xihen had a strong desire for him almost at that moment.

Of course, he was not polite either.

Once Yu Xihen decides something, he really can't change it.

Even if he deceived him, lied to him, and concealed it from him, he would not allow him to leave his side.

Yu Xihen found out what happened three years ago. Although it turned out that he was dead three years ago, Yu Xihen knew that he was the same him three years ago.

Even though he put on a shrewd and calculating appearance, clever yet calm, he was deeply fascinated by it, and he loved his extremely calm appearance despite his heart being turned upside down.

He knew he wanted the scroll in his hand.

He just refused to give it.

He just hung his appetite and waited for him to throw himself into the trap.

He just wants to watch him walk into his world step by step.

He just wanted to occupy him fiercely and not allow him to leave him again.

Yu Xihen knew he was stuck.

I fell deep and fast at a speed that I couldn't detect.