At night, it rained heavily outside.
Jing Yue always felt like he was in a dark lake.
He was paddling a small boat, not knowing the direction, and felt only endless silence and desolation.
Ahead, there was gradually more and more shaking firelight, like an island.
He couldn't help rowing faster.
In the dark waters, he always felt that something was following him, so he wanted to leave the waters.
With a crash, the boat docked and Jing Yue boarded it.
He walked along a bluestone path and soon discovered a house there.
The fire came from the house.
The light made him feel cozy and warm, and he couldn't help but walk in.
There are lanterns hung at regular intervals in this house. Although they are not bright, they are quite reassuring.
Jingyue even felt a familiar feeling.
He walked along the lantern and found a small building at the end.
This small building looked indescribably familiar, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
So he went inside.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, with a wooden table and a wooden bed. Outside the window is a stream and flower trees.
The flowers and trees swayed in the wind, and the fallen flowers were in full bloom, as if to welcome him.
At this moment, Jing Yue remembered where this place was.
This is the room where the eldest lady used to live.
At this moment, there was only a thud and the door was closed.
Jing Yue turned around and saw the eldest lady standing there.
At the moment of his joy, the hairs on his hair suddenly stood up.
She is still so beautiful, but she no longer looks sweet and lovely, but has a frosty look.
Suddenly, she looked at him and asked, "Ah Duan, why don't you want me anymore?"
"Why do you always give up?"
"Are you in love with another woman?"
She walked over step by step, with a look of madness in her eyes, and Jing Yue even saw the cold light in her sleeves.
He backed away step by step and said quickly: "I didn't. I didn't give up after all, and I didn't fall in love with another woman."
Jing Yue felt that the eldest lady seemed to be possessed, because her voice seemed to be full of madness and had a sense of alienation and desolation.
At this time, his back was pressed against the wall, and the eldest lady was already approaching.
"I only like you." Jing Yue quickly lied sincerely.
Upon hearing this, the eldest lady burst into tears, dropped the scissors in her hand, and hugged him tightly.
"Ah Duan, you really didn't lie to me."
"I like you so much."
Just when Jing Yue thought he had gotten through it and was feeling the warm embrace of the eldest lady, the eldest lady suddenly said coldly - "But who is she?".
Jing Yue couldn't help but turn his head and look, only to feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet and running straight into his mind.
Outside the window sill, the saint girl was holding a spear in her hand and looking at herself coldly.
"Scumbag, you deceived me so hard!"
The next moment, a bit of cold light arrived first, and then Jing Yue suddenly woke up from his dream.
After that, he let out a long breath and found that his back was wet with cold sweat.
"Fortunately, it's a dream. Fortunately, it's a dream."
Jing Yue wiped the sweat from his face and was about to take a drink of water when he suddenly froze there.
On the window paper, a person's shadow is reflected.
Woman's shadow.
The woman was standing under the banana tree outside the window, leaning against the window, as if looking at him.
At this moment, Jing Yue felt that his scalp was numb.
Because he felt that the shadow looked like both a young lady and a saintly girl.
She stood outside and looked at him like this for an unknown amount of time.
Although there was only a dim shadow, he knew that the other party was crying.
The next moment, the window was pushed open violently!
Jingyue woke up gasping for air again.
Serial dream?
He couldn't help but look at the window. There were only the shadows of banana trees and no one anywhere.
Oh my god, I was almost scared to death by a dream.
The saint girl and the eldest lady are both reasonable people, and they are in love with him, so how can they kill him so easily.
However, dreams are all projections of his own thoughts. In the dream, the saint girl's words, "Scumbag, you deceived me so hard!" really hit his soul and made him feel guilty for a moment.
Is online dating considered bad?
He felt that even if he was a little scumbag, he was sincere and could at least be forgiven, but the eldest lady and the saintly girl in the dream seemed unforgiving.
Fortunately, it was just a dream and he was not exposed. As long as the eldest lady and the saint girl didn't know each other, then he, Jing Yue, would be pure and pure, not a scumbag.
To be honest, Jing Yue was really frightened by the hatchet dream last night. Even now, he keeps his ears open and eyes in all directions, for fear of being hacked to death by someone as a scumbag.
So he decided to find something to calm down.
"System, enter."
After a period of dizziness, Jing Yue came to the room filled with various utensils again.
Woo woo woo.
What came face to face was a bronze mirror that was constantly blowing hot air, and the wet hair was slightly warm.
Jing Yue looked down instinctively, and did not see the impressive leather pants, but a pair of white legs and a seemingly bottomless ravine.
This time I made a breakthrough and saw one more ditch!
"etc!"
As soon as the voice emerged in his consciousness, Jing Yue said loudly.
"Listen to me, I meant no harm, it was just an accident."
"I don't like this accident, so you give me
Before the woman's words of "Get out!" could be heard, Jing Yue suddenly asked, "Is this a hair dryer?"
As he spoke, he moved the mirror with his hand and blew the bangs on his forehead a little fluffy.
Only then did he see his face clearly in the mirror.
It was a pink and beautiful oval face, with bright and pure eyes that looked like peach blossoms, both pure and alluring.
It can be said that this is a standard sweet girl face.
"A hair dryer?" The woman's voice sounded confused.
"Yes, you blow dry your hair after taking a shower." Jing Yue said as he skillfully moved his hair to dry it.
"This title is not bad." The girl thought.
Immediately afterwards, Jing Yue saw an exquisite little leather boot.
"If you can guess what this boot is for, I won't let you go for now." The girl's voice sounded again.
Jing Yue took a look at those boots and said, "I guess it's also a hair dryer?"
The girl was surprised: "I guessed it right."
At this time, Jing Yue had touched the button on the side of the boots and twisted it.
Ever since, new hot wind blew out of the boots and continued to blow the girl's hair.
He parted his hair with his hands and gave it a very elegant middle-parted hairstyle.
Well, sweet girls are also quite suitable for this temperament hairstyle.
Obviously, the girl was attracted by his skillful hair-drying and combing skills.
You know, Jing Yue has trained with the Saint Girl and the eldest lady. After all, he likes to style beauties and then admire himself.
Taking this opportunity, Jing Yue looked at the various utensils on the big table in front of him and secretly wondered: "As expected, the person bound this time should be a sweet inventor?"
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