The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The flame of hatred burned her pupils, reflecting two flames, and she could not wait to rush over and tear him to pieces.

But Yunci still clenched his hands tightly, abruptly holding back.

The door was closed, and Yun Ci threw the food on the table, his pale face as sharp as a knife.

She will no longer lose her memory and know nothing as she did three years ago.

Ayou's painful appearance was deeply engraved in her head.

This time, she would let Mu Chenbi pay the corresponding price.

In the evening, Mu Chenbi walked into the room again, Yun Ci was sitting leaning on the bed, tilted his head, his eyes blankly looking at the afterglow of the sunset outside the window.

Mu Chenbi stepped over, sat down by the bed, and looked at Yun Ci with a slinky look, as if he couldn't look at it enough.

"A Ci." Mu Chenbi seemed to be afraid of scaring her, and said in a very soft voice: "Is the lunch still in my appetite? What would you like to eat at night?"

Yun Ci didn't respond, didn't even look at him.

Mu Chenbi stretched out his hand, gently raised Yunci's chin, and said with a smile: "I actually regret that I didn't know you better when I was a child. If I could get to know you better, would you accept me more? Huh?"

Yun Ci retracted his gaze from the window, turned his head, but still refused to look at Mu Chenbi, and said in a voice that couldn't hear any emotions: "I'm so bored, I want to go out to get some breath."

The smile on Mu Chenbi's lips froze, and his voice went cold: "Aci, don't play tricks with me."

Yunci didn't speak.

Seeing the girl's cold and dead profile face, Mu Chenbi's breathing was heavy, his head lowered, and he made a compromise: "Okay, then I'll go out with you."

Mu Chenbi grabbed Yun Ci's hand, Yun Ci did not struggle, got out of bed and put on shoes, letting Mu Chenbi lead her out of the room.

Outside the door of the lobby on the first floor, there is a large garden. Flowers are swaying in the wind, the shape of the branches is beautifully cut, and the sound of water is coming from the fountain.

The flame of hatred burned her pupils, reflecting two flames, and she could not wait to rush over and tear him to pieces.

But Yunci still clenched his hands tightly, abruptly holding back.

The door was closed, and Yun Ci threw the food on the table, his pale face as sharp as a knife.

She will no longer lose her memory and know nothing as she did three years ago.

Ayou's painful appearance was deeply engraved in her head.

This time, she would let Mu Chenbi pay the corresponding price.

In the evening, Mu Chenbi walked into the room again, Yun Ci was sitting leaning on the bed, tilted his head, his eyes blankly looking at the afterglow of the sunset outside the window.

Mu Chenbi stepped over, sat down by the bed, and looked at Yun Ci with a slinky look, as if he couldn't look at it enough.

"A Ci." Mu Chenbi seemed to be afraid of scaring her, and said in a very soft voice: "Is the lunch still in my appetite? What would you like to eat at night?"

Yun Ci didn't respond, didn't even look at him.

Mu Chenbi stretched out his hand, gently raised Yunci's chin, and said with a smile: "I actually regret that I didn't know you better when I was a child. If I could get to know you better, would you accept me more? Huh?"

Yun Ci retracted his gaze from the window, turned his head, but still refused to look at Mu Chenbi, and said in a voice that couldn't hear any emotions: "I'm so bored, I want to go out to get some breath."

The smile on Mu Chenbi's lips froze, and his voice went cold: "Aci, don't play tricks with me."

Yunci didn't speak.

Seeing the girl's cold and dead profile face, Mu Chenbi's breathing was heavy, his head lowered, and he made a compromise: "Well, then I'll go out with you."