The female lead is powerful, ruthless, and stunningly beautiful—she stops at nothing to get what she wants. Sheng Wu, the Ghost King sealed beneath the Abyss of Ten-Thousand Ghosts, is cruel and ...
Like the stars in the night sky, shining brightly.
So Shen Yanshuang raised her lips slightly, "Okay, let's go over and take a look."
After receiving the response, Sheng Wu smiled gently, and then she, Chen Yanshuang and Su Yi, who was following at a distance, moved together with difficulty on the street where there was a huge flow of people and they were shoulder to shoulder.
The three of them kept their distance and were easily swept away by the rest of the crowd.
“Miss Shen, I’m sorry.”
Therefore, Sheng Wu frowned and took Chen Yanshuang's hand carefully and hesitantly.
Of course, as a gentleman, she did it through a handkerchief.
But.
"Bang, bang!"
Even so, the warmth of her palm still passed through the handkerchief and reached Shen Yanshuang's hand.
Chen Yanshuang's bright and pretty oval face was startled, and her hands subconsciously tightened. She looked at the man in front of her, who was holding her hand and carefully protecting her from being squeezed by others.
Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and her face became hot unconsciously.
She had nothing to say, but her eyes were a little dazed. She was led by Sheng Wu and kept moving through the crowd.
"careful!"
She might even be pushed onto Sheng Wu, perhaps because of the people next to her. Sheng Wu raised his hand worriedly and held her in his arms.
This was the first time the two of them had such close contact.
[Ding, the heroine's favorability is 48! ]
"I'm, sorry!"
In an instant, Shen Yanshuang's face turned even redder, she felt a little overwhelmed and hot, and she spoke a little nervously.
In the crowd, Su Yi gave a silent push, sighed, and continued to be invisible.
"It's okay, I'm glad you're okay."
Sheng Wu frowned nervously and glanced at her. Seeing that she was fine, the coldness on his face eased a little.
Then, as if she suddenly noticed that the two were behaving too intimately, Sheng Wu, who was dressed as a man and dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, let go of Shen Yanshuang with an embarrassed look.
“Miss Shen, I’m sorry, it was an emergency just now.”
Shen Yanshuang quickly shook her head and pursed her lips, "No, I'm the one who troubled you to take care of it."
"Then, are you still going there?" Sheng Wu asked very considerately.
Shen Yansao raised her eyes, a soft light in them, "If the Saint is willing, you can continue on your way."
Seeing this, Sheng Wu gently curled his lips, smiled softly on his charmingly handsome face, and his narrow fox eyes held a hint of doting.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
The low voice was magnetic and gentle, like the heat of a ignited spark in the autumn, which made Shen Yanshuang's ears feel hot.
As he spoke, Sheng Wu continued to hold Chen Yanshuang's hand and walked from the street to the arch bridge.
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