Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Early summer is picturesque.

The air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, as if you can reach out and catch the spring that has not yet escaped.

The gauze curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows fluttered in the wind, and fine golden light slipped in sparsely, but it did not warm the dim room at all. On the contrary, it made it feel a little more empty and cold.

Ge Di, a painful murmur sounded, which was a bit sweeter than the woman's delicate voice.

"Mom, be careful..."

On the big bed covered with black sheets and brocade quilts, the woman tossed and turned, rumpling the originally smooth and smooth sheets. In her sleep, her forehead was covered with crystal beads of sweat, and her slender white hands were tightly grasping the clothes on her body. Brocade quilt.

"Don't go...Mom..."

"Don't leave me..."

After an unknown amount of time, the dream ended, and the woman woke up from her sleep. Her fingers gripping the sheets turned white, and her closed eyes slowly opened.

What kind of eyes are they? Words and ink can barely describe them. The eyes that condense the stars are gleaming with water, showing a bit of mist. There is also a faint sadness and melancholy that cannot be resolved, as if they have experienced bone-chilling despair and despair. Vicissitudes of life.

The hazy light coming through the curtains told Jian Qing that it was already early in the morning. Her messy long hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her fair cheeks, giving her a bit more decadent beauty.

She slowly raised her right hand and placed it on her forehead. From the gap between her fingers, her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

After a long time, she sat up in frustration, leaning back on the bed, looking towards the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes unconsciously covered with a little water, and the complex emotions in her chest were endlessly churning.

Oh, it’s the same dream again!

This damn nightmare is as realistic as ever...

Lifting the quilt, Jian Qing got out of bed, took out a set of casual clothes from the closet, and then walked slowly to the bathroom.

In the bath mirror stained with moisture, the woman's limbs are slender and slender, and her mutton-fat jade-like skin looks even more fragile under the light of the bathroom. What's amazing is that beautiful face. Under the plump and smooth forehead, the eyebrow shape is natural and stylish without any trimming. The long and narrow eyes are half-squinted, and the upturned eye tips and curled eyelashes are even more amazing. Perfect, the pupils are as dark as midnight and bottomless, and there is a tear mole under the right eye, which makes the snowy face look a bit mysterious and enchanting.

To put it bluntly, the woman's face is simply God's preference. It is so beautiful that people can't help but want to see what the smile on this face looks like.

Jian Qing looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly closed her eyes. When she opened them again after a few seconds, the sadness and emptiness in her eyes were swept away. Her brows and eyes relaxed, and her red lips raised an inconspicuous arc. .

Indifference, alienation, like wearing a mask!

After washing up very quickly, she put on a set of black casual clothes. Her waist-length hair was dyed with a bit of moisture and hung casually behind her. Jian Qing walked out slowly.

Stopping in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Jian Qing stretched out her hand to reach for the curtains. The sound of the curtains being opened was very clear in the quiet room.

The morning light shines brightly, and the turbulent and soft golden light pours in instantly, adding a bit of brightness and warmth to the room.

Jian Qing put down her hands holding the curtains, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, leaned on the railing, and looked around. Large tracts of roses kept coming into view, and the faint fragrance of roses seemed to be lingering on the tip of her nose, making her a little impetuous. My mood relaxed a little and calmed down.

The vast sky is crossed by clouds that never drift away. Below the clouds is a huge rose manor. All kinds of roses bloom in their own colors. The fragrance of the roses envelopes the entire manor. Maybe it’s also shrouded in a dream that I don’t want to wake up from...

Now, the roses are blooming again!

Mommy, you think it’s beautiful too, right?

Wisps of breeze blew by, and her thoughts drifted away. The harsh collision, the dazzling blood red, and the dying female voice seemed to be playing back before her eyes, so clear and heart-wrenching.

A burst of almost inaudible footsteps came from behind. Jian Qing, who was still immersed in her own thoughts, flashed her eyes, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of her lips. However, the smile was a little warmer, not like the one just now. false.

When her vision went dark, Jian Qing already knew who the visitor was without having to guess at the warm palms of her hands, and a slight smile escaped from her lips.

"Luoluo, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back?"

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