Dragging his weak steps, he opened the Xuanmen and unexpectedly found that Ouyang Wan was sitting cross-legged in a silk transparent pink pajama, without the enthusiasm of his return.

On weekdays, she had already pouted her red lips, exposed her crystal-like shoulders, her delicate oval face was full of feminine charm, and the peach blossoms flowing in her beautiful eyes met him charmingly, hugging and kissing her, sitting on his lap.

She gently stroked his strong chest with her snow-white hand, twisted her slender waist, and smiled charmingly, skillfully teasing his sea of ​​desire.

Today, when I look up, the big and brown starry eyes are not flowing with brilliance and peach blossoms, but are unconcealed trials and study.

Because the woman's keen intuition told herself that Tang Junhao's mind had slowly wandered.

"Why haven't you been asleep yet?" Tang Junhao asked softly in a low voice, a little guilty and a little consciously asked.

"I'm waiting for you!" There was a trembling resentment in her murmuring voice.

He watched him walking over lamely without blinking. There was invisible sadness in his circulating starry eyes, and there was also an indescribable, unexplained feeling of loss.

It is different from the past whenever I see his tall and majestic body stepping straight and pine-like, my mood is bright, joyful, and thrilling.

Tang Junhao leaned over and sat beside her, holding her slim waist. Ouyang Wan did not fall into his arms, nor did she press her soft and boneless body against him, but moved gently to the side:

"Jun, don't you want to explain why you are getting more and more frequent social engagements during this period and why you are getting home late?"

"Wan'er, what do you doubt?" Tang Junhao tried carefully.

"Is it just suspicion?" Ouyang Wan retorted, her dazzlingly beautiful face slowly moved closer to his:

"Jun, you have begun to disappoint me!" There was a hint of chill and fatigue in your voice: "It seems that just yesterday, you gave me a bunch of promises that moved God."

Tang Junhao nodded in accommodatingly, glanced at her, and saw the strange expressions and strange things that had never been seen on the face of Emei's face:

Crystal tears, faint smile, bleak and cold soul, low-key and dull gray...

He found that after three years of knowing and falling in love with this woman, he did not really understand her joys, anger, sorrow, and crying deep in her heart.

She will not be as transparent, straightforward, crazy, and hot as Xue Muqing.

She is sometimes warm and charming, sometimes subtle and hidden...
Chapter completed!