The night is like water, the cool breeze blows through the sycamore trees, the branches and leaves sway and rustle, and the thin moonlight spills in through the half-open paper window.

He was forced to look up and look at her calmly.

The moonlight reflected the man's eyes as dark as ink, as if covered with a layer of black fog, making people unable to see the light and shadow, only dark depth, exuding a dangerous meaning.

Ranbai leaned over slightly and slowly approached. The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, and the sound of each other's light breathing could be almost heard.

Only one centimeter away...

She seemed to pause for a moment, and then she didn't seem to stop at all, and she lowered her eyes without hesitation and kissed her.

At critical moments,

Jun Zhan leaned his face and avoided this intimate contact.

This kiss naturally fell on the man's fair and jade-like side face.

The moment the lips pressed against the cheek, Ranbai felt the man's wrist tremble.

The atmosphere seemed to calm down in an instant.

Jun Zhan turned his face, his face turned a little white, and even his lips turned white. His eyes became even deeper, as if the moonless night was raging with a thick and dangerous black fog.

The next moment,

Jun Zhan was squeezed by one hand and broke free from Ranbai's restraint. A dagger fell from his sleeve and instantly pressed against Ranbai's heart.

Such a lack of energy to break free can easily lead to dislocating or even trashing your wrist. Ranbai was still worried that Jun Zhan would be injured, and he subconsciously let go of his hand.

Ranbai lowered his eyes and looked at the dagger that was pressed against his heart calmly. As long as he stabbed it down, it could be fatal at any time.

But I don't know when,

The girl had already held a silver hairpin in her hand, aiming the tip of the hairpin at Jun Zhan's fair neck. The fragile blood vessels of the dark green can be clearly seen.

The night is very dark, and the dark night sky is like a dormant beast, as if it can swallow people after a moment of awakening.

In the dark room,

Silently filled with suffocating depression.

Jun Zhan shouted, and he wiped his side face with one hand, and tried very hard, his knuckles were white, leaving a red mark.

It seemed that it was not enough, Jun Zhan wiped it hard several times, lowering his eyes without any concealing disgust.

He raised his eyes again, the man was still lazy and faint, but his previous actions were a bit sick, and his voice was cold: "What? Your Majesty can't wait?"

"Aren't you the medicine you gave me?" Ranbai's eyes looked dark and asked quietly.

"Does Your Majesty like it?" He replied casually: "I think Your Majesty likes it very much."

Ranbai: "..."

It turns out that this person is still a courtier?

"Just this broken hairpin, Your Majesty thinks he can kill me?" Jun Zhan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he glanced at the silver hairpin that was pressing against his neck. He curled his lips, his voice was lazy, and he smiled a little mockingly.

"I didn't want to kill you." Ranbai looked at him condescendingly, and his tone was calm: "But you want to kill me."

He raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, smiled, his tone was light, and his lazy bewitching: "Your Majesty is so smart."

"Thank you." Ranbai thought for a while, forced awkward chat, and thanked him expressionlessly.

"Your Majesty can't get up?" Jun Zhan curled the corners of his lips, with a handsome face, and a faint voice.

Only the lazy and harmless ones remained, but the cruel and hostile ones were restrained by him.

Ranbai stared at him, as if he was looking at him.

A few seconds later, she stood up calmly, held the silver hairpin in her hand tightly and took a step back.

Jun Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, supported the table with one hand, and slowly stood up.

He is slender and handsome, like a thin layer of moonlight.

A dark red uniform set off his more demonic spirit, like a mandala blooming in the dark night.
Chapter completed!