The room was pitch dark, there were no lights, the doors and windows were closed, the smell of burning moxa persisted, and the air was very poor.
Since he returned from injury, Master Wei has been burning Aitong's bloodline on him almost every night, but in fact it has no effect at all, because his injury is in the bone, and the blood energy will move around with some nails that are not embedded in the bone. .
The man on the bed opened his eyes as cold as a falcon, staring at the dark figure walking in quickly from the door.
"It's me." Leng Xiao's voice trembled slightly.
"I know, what's the matter with you?" Nangong Yitian's hoarse voice came from the darkness.
"I mean no harm." Leng Xiao took a deep breath. No matter what, she must know the truth tonight.
Nangong Yitian smiled lightly, "Come here!"
Leng Xiao hesitated for a moment and walked over slowly.
The smell of mugwort on the bed was very strong, but it didn't cover up his masculine scent. In the darkness, her breathing was rapid.
His big hand suddenly stretched out from the bed, with great force, and pulled her whole body onto his chest.
Leng Xiao hurriedly tried to hold herself up, but his big hand held the back of her head, forcing her to face him in the dark. His voice became hoarse, "You came to my room late at night and there is no hostility. Does that mean you miss me?"
"I miss you..." Before Leng Xiao could finish her words, hot lips covered her, and the unique male aura immediately enveloped her. As the world turned around, the familiar feeling came over her again.
She simply hugged his neck, then stuffed it into his back and slowly moved down.
His back was covered with scars, and in the middle, his fingertips touched a cross scar, a cross scar.
Something in the chest exploded instantly.
It turned out to be really him.
I was thinking randomly in my mind, did that represent the original owner and his wedding night? It wasn't the original owner's soul at all, but her?
The thought shocked her whole body.
"On the wedding night..." Leng Xiao raised her head with force, her voice changed drastically, "Do you remember what I said to you?"
Nangong Yitian's hands hooked around her neck, and the breath on his lips was still hot, "That night, you only said one sentence."
"What words?" she asked, her breathing getting faster.
Nangong Yitian came up to her, bit her lips gently, and whispered: "Tell me, if this is not a dream, then you must be crazy."
Leng Xiao felt cold all over, and she naturally remembered this sentence clearly, because the dream was so real, so she said this sentence in a daze.
She had had that dream many times, but the first time felt the most real. After that, she just dreamed about the scene of that night repeatedly, but it was not as real as the first time.
She murmured: "Nangong Yitian, what kind of fate do you and I have?"
"I'd like to hear the details!" Nangong Yitian held her chin, thoughtfully.
For the first time in her life, Leng Xiao felt the urge to cry, feeling particularly aggrieved.
She was really married and pregnant with a child, but she was using the body of the original owner, which was not much different from the nature of her intimacy with Nangong Yitian here now.
The only difference is that during pregnancy and childbirth, the soul was not there and the original owner helped her complete it.
Cold tears fell from his face and fell on Nangong Yitian's face.
He was slightly startled, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, and there was a hint of pity in his tone, "Are you crying? Why?"
