The sword Faye Fu wanted was called “Huai Xiu Jian.”
The scorching gaze fell on Yvonne Yu’s face, and a lazy and charming smile hung on the corner of her lips. The crimson on her face, like Feixia, had not faded, and the air was still brewing. She wiped the white silk with her fingertips and finally stayed at the collarbone for a while, as if the little daughter was acting like a baby, she asked again: “Pay or not?”
A strong and complex emotion was brewing in Yusheng’s smoky eyes, like a jar of old wine, with endless flavors in it. She withdrew from Faye Fu’s side, her eyes fell on the celadon vase placed on the small table next to her. She faintly said: “The sword will not be given to you.” The voice is as usual. Faye Fu, how could she not understand the woman’s thoughts?
This was also Faye Fu’s expected answer. She did not continue to entangle on this, she just covered her lips and yawned, and smiled: “I’m tired, come here, sit here and guard me, not allowed to leave. “Yvonne Yu Yiyan sat on the couch, her sleeves being held down by Faye Fu, as if she was afraid that she would suddenly escape.
Faye Fu is really sleepy, and even the strongest people can’t help being sleepy. The red glow on her face because of the emotions faded little by little, revealing a haggard face that was as pale as white paper. Yvonne Yu tilted her head to look at Faye Fu’s sleeping face, and her gaze slowly moved to the top of her collarbone, where there were little red marks like plum blossoms. The fingers gently lifted a strand of Faye Fu’s hair, and then slowly stroked her **** lips, Yvonne Yu sighed softly, the coldness between her eyebrows and eyes melted away, as soft as water.
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