(Baiqie Hei Duangshang Online Royal Sister High Priest × Black-bellied High IQ Paranoid Little Marquis)
"I'm here for you."
The wooden comb was dipped in some sweet-scented osmanthus water, and Cheng Ziyang stroked the waterfall of black silk in front of him, combing it all the way to the end.
The dark-haired owner's long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still closed his eyes.
"You came to kill me."
The man paused for a moment, rolled up his black hair, and inserted the ebony hairpin into his hair at an angle. His tone was as gentle as water:
"That's for you too."
Gu Xi opened his eyes suddenly and exerted force on his hands.
Cheng Ziyang only felt his wrist being pulled hard by a chill, and the distance between the two shortened sharply.
The wooden hairpin fell to the ground, and the black hair spread out, passing by his ears.
He was forced into the cold pool in the mirror.
Breathing intertwined, eyes met in the dim brass mirror.
Gu Xi looked at the man who was breathing unsteadily in the mirror and raised the corners of his lips:
"I'm right here, waiting for you to kill me."
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The mysterious figure dancing under the ancient musical notes, the constant alternation of possession and loss, the corrupt court concealed by the prosperity of singing and dancing, and the competition of the strong in every crisis. If we put our lives at stake, can history be rewritten?
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