Master once said that the only person in this world who can protect me is her and martial arts.
Now that she is dead, my martial arts skills are also "waste".
The eight sects are shouting about fighting and killing. They talk about benevolence, justice and morality, but in fact they covet Wuyue Palace's secret knowledge.
When I was desperate, I was thrown into Feng Yan's carriage like a sack - the owner of Yunmengpu Village who I had beaten into the river and was now extremely wealthy.
On the surface, he is noble and cold, but privately, he takes advantage of others' danger and enslaves me crazily.
I pretended to be dumbfounded, stole his iced drinks, destroyed his famous paintings, and even read lines from a book of gaudy sayings:
"Enemies~ Why don't you pledge yourself to save your life?"
He coldly threw away his sleeves and left, but in the middle of the night he forced me to say a few more words.
Oh, what a prude.
Small theater:
Xie Chenyan: Owner, the script says that all overbearing owners love to feed. "
Feng Yan "... Shut up and eat your food. "
At midnight.
Feng Yan pushed the door open and put the heater into Xie Chenyan's arms.
She smiled lazily: "Does the owner want to warm the bed? "
He leaned closer, his breath brushed her ears, and his voice was low and hoarse:
"Say a few more words…like Bai Ri. "
Xie Chenyan raised her eyebrows: "'Enemy~' or 'Husband~'? "
His eyes darkened, he held her chin, a smile filled his eyes, "... Unbridled. "
Intention: I am free to do it myself