偷柏自拍区

  He is two people.

   Or rather, this is an identity.

  And one of the people in this identity is him—he never liked Jiangxinyu, not before, not now, and never will be.

  He likes Acacia Tears.

   Or it can be described as love.

   Speaking of which, meeting Acacia Tears was just a joke between him and another person in his identity, a small gamble.

  He won and met Acacia.

  Maybe...he shouldn\'t have won in the first place.

  Obviously, the eyes of the two are different. The person he likes is Acacia, but when he was the second son, he went to Yixiu Pavilion, but he fell in love with the unknown Jiangxin Islet.

  Cold, clean, out of place in it.

   It is not that the two have had disputes.

  They all knew that it was impossible to marry someone in and pass through the main gate of Mu Mansion.

  The two of them planned to directly redeem themselves and secretly bring him back and hide them—but the question is, who to bring back?

  Everyone is right.

  No one is convinced.

   Just dragged on like this, until—Acacia fell into tears and died.

  In the winter half a year ago, Yuanzhou was very cold.

  The lake is rarely covered with a thin layer of ice.

  She just crashed into the broken ice and fell to the bottom of the lake. She was salvaged by the boatman until her hair was so soaked that it didn\'t look like it.

  It was a long time after he learned about it.

  Mu Sui\'s face showed bitterness, and he dug his nails into his palms heavily.

   Blood flowed out without knowing it.

   Pain woke him up.

   "You found out too early," Mu Sui said, "I want you to die in the snowy winter season, which is her memorial day."

Jiang Xinyu laughed lowly, and her voice became louder, "You know why Acacia Tears died! She died because of your dispute, because you just wanted to bring someone into Mu\'s mansion to hide." To die is to die because of your love..."

  Her voice stopped abruptly, and Mu Sui grabbed her throat.

  The strength was not heavy, it just forced her to raise her head to reveal her fragile neck.

  The pearl hairpin shakes a lot and makes a tinkling sound.

  She was forced to look up, with a wanton smile on her face—since she was a dancer, she didn\'t seem to have smiled so freely.

   "...died because of his selfishness."

   She said intermittently, "It\'s going to perish for various reasons, but it never—has nothing to do with me."

  Outside the window, Lu Jingzhi crouched there, accompanying Ying Que to feed the mosquitoes.

   Yes, she is pro-nature, and the mosquitoes love her too.

   But she can keep her body temperature so low that mosquitoes don\'t like it.

   Ying Que said in a low voice, "I made a mosquito repellent pack, but it\'s too fragrant. It\'s not suitable to make yourself too fragrant when killing people, because it\'s easy to be exposed."

  What time is it, still thinking about your mission—Lu Jingzhi gave her a thumbs up, dedicated.

   She bit the small fruit and listened to Ying Que talking nonsense.

  Ying Que: "It\'s so fragrant here. The flowers in the garden are fed with poison, which is even better than our valley. Has Jiangxinyu taken the antidote? If you don\'t take the antidote, you will die soon."

  The word death irritated Lu Jingzhi\'s ears.

  The two of them also looked up at this time—the hazy figure by the window was her being forced to raise her head, her hairpin swaying.

  With a whoosh, the sharp stone passed through the window paper and hit Mu Sui\'s wrist, forcing him to let go.

   Next, open the window and climb the window.

  She moves very skillfully and smoothly.

   "Sister Xinyu, it\'s time to go home, I\'m sleepy."

  Jiang Xinyu clutched her neck, panting heavily, he didn\'t completely contain the air around her neck, but in the end it was controlled by others, her lungs sucked in the air greedily.

  She grabbed Lu Jingzhi\'s clothes and nodded, "I\'ll go with you."