The night is charming, and the crescent moon hangs high outside the window, like a flat boat swimming in the river.

The moonlight is as gentle as a veil fluttering in the wind, flowing softly from the open window and falling on the dressing table next to the window.

In the huge inner hall of the palace, the two night pearls on the pillars on both sides emit a faint brilliance, hazy and blurred, giving people a ethereal and confusing feeling.

On the large sandalwood-carved bed at the four corners, two figures were entangled in obsession.

The bed curtains hang low and flutter in the wind. With the dim light of night pearls, the beautiful colors inside the bed curtains are dimly visible.

The man's figure is slender and straight, and beneath him is a delicate and beautiful woman.

The man's handsome face can still be seen in the blur. The deep black pupils are flashing with coquettish light, but they are full of tenderness. The sexy thin lips outline a beautiful arc. He lowers his head to hold the heroine's red lips in his mouth.

Also quite...

"Ah..." The woman instantly moaned, looking at the man with charming eyes, raising her hand to put on his neck, and softly shouted: "Haoran..."

The voice is charming to the bone.

When the man heard her tenderly calling out his name, his body trembled slightly, and then the speed of moving in and out of his body increased...

The red gauze curtain is warm, and the passionate drama of lovers is performed, with the moans of women and the rough breathing of men.

The sounds intertwined, making the moon shy and charming the night.

Only when the passion is strong can it stop, and the passion will fade away.

He hugged her gently, like a treasure in his heart.

However, when he couldn't see her, his eyes were already filled with complex emotions, ever-changing, and finally he thought of his ex-husband who died on charges of treason... After all, it was hard to let go.

Everything can be forgiven, but the hatred of the dead cannot be restored.

She hates! She hates Long Haoran for using his imperial power to play with human lives. No reason can forgive him for such a crime——

She...can't forgive either!

The five fingers of the hand that was held under the quilt slowly gathered together and slowly clenched into a fist.

In this love affair, who has put all their heart and soul into it, and who is there but their heart is already messed up?

He suddenly turned over, pressed on her soft body again, and wanted to kiss her...

"No..." She pushed him away suddenly, walked out of bed while he was stunned, lowered herself to pick up the scattered clothes, and slowly put them on.

No one saw it, just in that corner, under the bed, a little bit of white light. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the last coat, getting closer...

He frowned, and he could turn a blind eye to her strange stiffness when making love, but she was really too weird tonight.

He leaned over the edge of the bed and put on a robe. He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. He smiled lovingly and asked, "Are you feeling well?"

She lay on his chest, holding the coat in her hand on his back, but there was something extra under the coat...

As soon as he closed his eyes, he exerted force in his hands...

The man pushed her away instantly, his eyes widened with shock: "Yiyi, you..."

With the burning pain in his back, he fell down on the bed with his feet weak. He stretched out his hand and found that his palms were wet——

In the hazy light, it was difficult to see her expression clearly.

However, her voice was colder than ever before, with deep hatred: "Long Haoran, does it hurt? This knife is for the person I love, given to you, haha, I really

Damn it, I was bewitched by you, and you actually killed the person I loved..."
Chapter completed!