Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

"I'm so angry."

The beauty in Xueyi knelt on one knee in front of the bed, her robe dropped to the ground, her slender fingertips touched Fu Yue's face, Wen Xian muttered to herself:

"Why are you smiling at him, smiling so softly..."

One thought of good, one thought of evil.

Wen Xian felt that his brain was torn in half, and his brain was suddenly painful. There were two voices in his brain clamoring non-stop, and Wen Xian was about to lose his mind after the noise.

One voice was bewitching him to lock her up, so that she could only see him alone; the other voice was persuading him to give up, or she would hate him...

"What are you hesitating about? You have to know that she doesn't have you in her heart. She has never considered how you feel!!"

"No, she will hate you, you can't do this..."

In the end, the devil had the upper hand.

The corners of the man's light red lips slightly evoked a self-deprecating arc. He continued to kneel in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Fu Yue's shoulder, and helped her up.

Wen Xian reached out and circled her in his arms.

The thin lips pressed against her ears, and the voice that sounded like a devil groaned slowly, "Lan'er, wake up, wake up——"

At the call of Wenxian.

Fu Yue really woke up, but the Moyu-like pupils lost their focus. She looked dumbfounded, and her eyes blinked slowly, like an extremely beautiful and delicate doll.

Wen Xian kissed the corner of her lips, bewildered: "Lan'er, say you love me..."

Fu Yue really opened her lips and uttered two words, "Love you..."

Her eyes staring at Wen Xian were out of focus, but they were extremely beautiful, like a bottomless abyss, and one glance would make people fall into it.

There was a pleasant look across Wen Xian's face, but it immediately turned into a deep anger, his fair and handsome face was uncertain.

It's like a snake disease!

...

Through this dementia.

Wen Xian has done a lot of excessive things. In modern times, it is the kind of "starting in three years and the highest death penalty."

The flower was tempted.

Take the initiative to send it to the door and was torn.

Hua cried.

Finally wilted.

...

Early the next morning.

Fu Yue regained his sanity in a dazed state, and his brain was still pumping pain, and there was a burst of black and white in front of him, almost as if he was blind, and his face became pale with naked eyes.

What's up with her?

She only remembered that she seemed to have a nightmare last night.

Obviously, his mind is sober, but his body is out of control like an evil...

To die, it was still a spring dream.

The look on Fu Yue's face instantly became very beautiful, blue and white, her thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line.

The body moved.

She just felt something was wrong.

"..."

Fu Yue slowly raised her eyes.

What came into view was the man's exquisite and gorgeous face, like a crown of jade, with dark eyes staring at her gently, as if he had been awake for a long time.

Fu Yue: "?????!!!"

Who is she?

Where is she?

what is she doing?

Yesterday, I obviously slept alone, but the next morning there was an extra person in bed. It was a horror! !

Fu Yue's mind gradually jumped out of the answer just now--

She is now Ji Lan.

She is in the bedroom of Chaoyang Palace.

She is being torn...

Fuck, what a **** dream, this TM is obviously reality! !

And, most importantly, this person did not stop tearing flowers at all.

Fu Yue closed her eyes, "...you get out of here."

Wenxian played dead.

Fu Yue: "..."

She had never wanted to kill a person so much.