I’m Not Your Female Lead!

Ye Yushi stayed firmly in place, not moving for five seconds.

Between those five seconds, countless thoughts passed by her mind--

From "Who am I", "Where am I", "What am I doing" to "How could he remember" "How can he recognize me" "When was I exposed" ...

Until the system finally could not help but kindly reminded him, "Master, the original owner of the county, Ye Wangfu, was two years older than Xuan Zang."

Ye Yu then responded.

——It is she who is guilty of guilty conscience and makes herself affectionate.

Fortunately, the two fan screens were covered in front of her, and the shocked expression on her face was not seen by Xuanzang.

Ye hesitated and said, "Your Majesty."

"..."

Glancing coldly in front of the screen fan.

After Xu Yan, a little surprised emotion passed in the depths of those eyes.

After returning to God, Xuanzang could not help laughing at himself.

... It's really crazy.

Otherwise, how could there be a moment just now, let him feel that the accent of Ye Xiaojun in front of him is like ... the woman.

He had never even heard the man call him in such a tone in his dream.

Looking back from his thoughts, Xuan Zang's eyes looked colder and colder, but his voice was still mild.

"It's still far from the dormitory. Follow me, right?"

"..."

Ye Yu actively lowered his hand from Ye Yunsheng's arm.

Then she lifted her skirt side and gave a soft buzz.

"The screen fan can be removed."

Xuanzang spoke, with a light smile in his nice voice.

The maid next to the fan did not dare to neglect, and quickly responded to each other, took away the yarn fan, and bowed back.

Xuan Zang's eyes became tender and gazing at it, looking straight at a woman in a red wedding dress.

It's a pity that Bai did a play--

As soon as the fan was taken away, Ye Yu bowed his head and looked down before he could catch his eyes.

Xuanzang was really surprised.

After he hesitated for a moment, he smiled and asked, "Why don't you look at me? Don't you like me?"

"..."

Because I like you already hung up, I'm pirated, afraid to be seen.

With such a defamation in his heart, Ye Yu slumped his head down: "I'm shy."

Xuanzang: "........."

Ye Yunsheng: "...?"

——

Is it that he has left the magic city for too long, and has the cognitive deviation of the word "coquettish" been understood?

Xuanzang's eyes flickered slightly. He stared thoughtfully at Ye Yu, who was always looking down and refused to look at himself.

After this silent and embarrassing moment, Xuan Zang's lips angled.

He turned lightly, and the hands that drew beside him couldn't be lifted up naturally, and got closer to Ye Yu's waist.

"Let's go?"

He lowered his head, and the laughter from his thin lips went straight to the ears of his arms. "... Sister Ye Yu?"

The call was affectionate.

Ye Yu could not help but shook with "cooperation".

Naturally, it was impossible for her reaction to escape Xuanzang's perception.

Looking closely at Ye Yu's eyes, as if there was no trace of reaction that he would not miss, a bit of hot flame beat up in the frosty darkness.

Xuanzang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He pressed over, "Sister Ye Yu, are you afraid of me?"

——

This inexplicable sense of familiarity ... is a bold idea.

"How is that possible. I'm just a little nervous."

After a few seconds of silence, Ye Yu responded vaguely, and took the initiative to walk and walk.

Her hands, which did not exert much force around her waist, were pulled apart by her.

The system whispered in her ear: "Master, you can't act like this ... you can't hide at this time, you must face up, so that it won't cause doubt."

"I hit myself in the slightest unpreparedness ... you can do it."

Ye Yu said angrily in his heart.

The system hesitated, and whispered: "According to the progress of the plot, Xuan Zang's resentment against Ye Yu entered this peak stage from this chapter. The host must be very careful, or else he might end up with two lives. "

"Are you dead?"

"..."

Ye Yu walked back and forth with the system for a few moments. The tight heart string before was finally relaxed slightly.

The welcome funeral team sent Ye Yu out of the palace of the Emperor.

Looking at the palace hall that was familiar as if it were just another farewell yesterday, but strangely as if it had been separated by an unknown age, Ye Yu's eyes were also complicated.

Bu Yi stopped at this moment.

Ye Yu was under the wait of the palace maid and went out into the palace.

After a moment, the gate of the front palace of the palace was closed.

Xuan Zang stood in front of the closed gate, and looked at the front hall with a glance.

——

At this moment, he really has too much curiosity and urgency and longing for answers.

But don't be in a hurry.

Anyway, people are on their hands, and they can't run away.

Thinking of this, the Emperor glanced at the guard standing next to the gate of the temple.

"Look at her."

"……His Majesty?"

The captain of the guard froze for a moment, and looked at the Emperor with a good blink.

He didn't know if he heard it wrong.

His Majesty made him look good ... Did the county lord hear that he would die and live before marrying into the palace?

——Is she afraid that she would run into trouble in front of the demon ministers who participated in the wedding ceremony?

The captain of the guard thought about it, and felt that he had pinpointed the central idea of ​​the order, and immediately made a ceremony--

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After entering the palace, it was a meal that was not inferior to the tortures experienced in Ye Wangfu in the morning.

By the time Ye Yu sat down on the ear temple with her own fan, she was already starry outside.

The waitresses quit the palace and went outside the palace.

Facing the quiet palace, Ye Yu discussed the countermeasures with the system for a while, and extended the consciousness slightly.

In the quiet night outside the hall, those far-reaching singing and dancing sounds brought by the wind slowly drifted into Ye's ears.

The incense incense that the palace girl drew out in front of the hall was burning violently at this time, and the refreshing aroma spread throughout the hall.

Ye Yu, who communicates silently with the system, only feels that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

Until a certain opportunity, the candlelight in the front hall was dimly dim, the ear hall that had not been lit by the lights disappeared, and Ye Yu's consciousness followed in the darkness ...

...

Ye was awakened by the system.

Before she could open her eyes, she first heard the unceasing call of "host host host" in her ear.

"... noisy you," Ye Yu complained, slowly opening his eyes, "quietly--"

The rest of her voice lingered in her throat.

——

At this time, she occupied almost all her sights, that is, the canopy of the familiar bed of the Emperor's Palace ... and a handsome face that was close enough to breathe.

"……what!"

Ye Yu screamed almost instinctively, and her body made certain actions faster than her mind.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

The handsome face in front disappeared from sight.

And at Ye An's ankle, there was pain afterwards.

Ye: "………………"

She just seemed to ... who ... was out ...

Taking this body cultivation as an example, the person who was taken out was probably ...

Haven't landed yet ...

"..."

Ye Yu could hardly bear to look.

But now it's too late to think about pretending to be stupid.

She could only sit up slowly, full of guilt, and look at the ear hall outside the bed.

Suddenly he noticed that His Majesty the Emperor, who had been taken out several feet, was standing in the middle of the ear temple faceless.

Dark eyes stared straight at her.

"..."

Ye Yu constricted her neck guilty.

And in her ears, the system sound that only she could hear was still cheerfully explained—

"Master, this is what I told you before, when you are in danger, you can instinctively avoid and fight back!"

Ye: "........."

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