He is one of the many men who have been robbed by the real princess, and he is still the one who has not been eaten yet. Although he will hate him to death, he will disappear from her life forever because he remains innocent tomorrow.

So, it shouldn't matter if she said something to him.

With this idea, Xia Ziluo couldn't suppress her desire. She wanted to be herself, even if it was just once, just one night.

"So boring, you can talk to me." This time Xia Ziluo no longer called himself the princess.

Murong Xitian was stunned when he heard this, and then quietly waited for her next sentence.

Xia Ziluo didn't care whether he answered or not, just kept talking, and the more he talked, he talked more and more. From food, clothing, housing and transportation, he talked about life, and then from life, he talked about love.

Naturally, she walked around Murong Xitian again.

"He is a bit similar to you. Your eyes are the most similar, they are all so bright, as if the sun in the sky, so brilliant and dazzling that it is impossible to ignore. But you definitely don't know that when I saw him the first time, his eyes were not bright, very deep, like the abyss of hell, so terrible! And when he looked at me, he looked at my enemy, trying to tear me into pieces. Later I realized that he really hated me and wanted to strangle me to death." Speaking of the scene when he first met him, Xia Ziluo seemed to still retain his original memory, and his body in the quilt trembled subconsciously.

But then, she thought about what happened after being friends with him, and she didn't feel a faint sweetness in her heart: "Later, I found that he was not as scary as he looked on. You must not know that the temperature after the iceberg melted is much warmer than water. I can often see him laughing, and his smile is really charming, making people not want to look away..."

Intoxicated in sweetness, the smile on the corner of Xia Ziluo's lips is also sweet, as bright as the most beautiful sunshine in spring.

In a trance, Xia Ziluo turned around to face the man and unexpectedly discovered that the man was also looking at her at this moment.

Although he could not see his expression in the darkness, or whether his eyes were shining with doubts, Xia Ziluo knew that he was very curious.

Xia Ziluo smiled lightly at the man, half lying on the bed, and his slender index finger gently circled on the brocade quilt: "Do you want to ask me why I said these words to you? Actually, I don't know either. These words should be rotten in my stomach and will not let anyone know. But I told you, maybe it's because you have the same eyes as him!"

She said something to a stranger like this, and didn't know whether she should be naive to be guarded or that she had reached the pinnacle of her scheming. She obviously guessed who he was but didn't point it out, but instead set up another plan to let him jump in.

Murong Xitian cheered and cheered because of her words; because of her words, she fell from heaven to hell in an instant.

The room fell into silence again, and suddenly a low baritone voice broke the deadly silence: "Where are you? You hate him, afraid of him, or..."

Suddenly hearing the man's voice, Xia Ziluo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled.

Look! It's not him, because the sound is far less good than Murong Xitian's. Murong Xitian's voice is like the sound of a cello, moist and thick, and the man's voice is a bit mute in comparison. He is one of the many men who have been robbed by the real princess, and he is still the one who has not been eaten yet. Although he will hate him, he will disappear from her life because he will remain innocent tomorrow.

So, it shouldn't matter if she said something to him.

With this idea, Xia Ziluo couldn't suppress her desire. She wanted to be herself, even if it was just once, just one night.

"So boring, you can talk to me." This time Xia Ziluo no longer called himself the princess.

Murong Xitian was stunned when he heard this, and then quietly waited for her next sentence.

Xia Ziluo didn't care whether he answered or not, just kept talking, and the more he talked, he talked more and more. From food, clothing, housing and transportation, he talked about life, and then from life, he talked about love.

Naturally, she walked around Murong Xitian again.

"He is a bit similar to you. Your eyes are the most similar, they are all so bright, as if the sun in the sky, so brilliant and dazzling that it is impossible to ignore. But you definitely don't know that when I saw him the first time, his eyes were not bright, very deep, like the abyss of hell, so terrible! And when he looked at me, he looked at my enemy, trying to tear me into pieces. Later I realized that he really hated me and wanted to strangle me to death." Speaking of the scene when he first met him, Xia Ziluo seemed to still retain his original memory, and his body in the quilt trembled subconsciously.

But then, she thought about what happened after being friends with him, and she didn't feel a faint sweetness in her heart: "Later, I found that he was not as scary as he looked on. You must not know that the temperature after the iceberg melted is much warmer than water. I can often see him laughing, and his smile is really charming, making people not want to look away..."

Intoxicated in sweetness, the smile on the corner of Xia Ziluo's lips is also sweet, as bright as the most beautiful sunshine in spring.

In a trance, Xia Ziluo turned around to face the man and unexpectedly discovered that the man was also looking at her at this moment.

Although he could not see his expression in the darkness, or whether his eyes were shining with doubts, Xia Ziluo knew that he was very curious.

Xia Ziluo smiled lightly at the man, half lying on the bed, and his slender index finger gently circled on the brocade quilt: "Do you want to ask me why I said these words to you? Actually, I don't know either. These words should be rotten in my stomach and will not let anyone know. But I told you, maybe it's because you have the same eyes as him!"

She said something to a stranger like this, and didn't know whether she should be naive to be guarded or that she had reached the pinnacle of her scheming. She obviously guessed who he was but didn't point it out, but instead set up another plan to let him jump in.

Murong Xitian cheered and cheered because of her words; because of her words, she fell from heaven to hell in an instant.

The room fell into silence again, and suddenly a low baritone voice broke the deadly silence: "Where are you? You hate him, afraid of him, or..."

Suddenly hearing the man's voice, Xia Ziluo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled.
Chapter completed!