Chapter 666: would rather sleep in the woodshed
The man was pushed into the room by surprise, and it was too late when he wanted to turn back.
What I saw was the festive red in the new room, and... the woman sitting on the bed wearing a wedding dress, he stood there, his fists clenched in his sleeves, even if he performed a serious and dangerous task before, he Never been so nervous as now.
However, everyone has come in. If he goes out now, it would be embarrassing to run away. How could a dignified seven-footed man do such a shameful thing?
So he thought about it for a while, but decided to go ahead, pretending to be calm and stepping forward.
The room was very quiet, and he could hear his breathing clearly. Did she just sit there motionless all afternoon?
Delicate pastries and a jug of wine were placed on the table, and on the tray beside the bed was a delicate joy scale wrapped in red silk.
After hesitating for a while, he still picked up the scale and pulled down the red tent embroidered with the exquisite pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. This was his task and he had to complete it.
Weighed up, the red tent was settled, and the misty, indifferent face was revealed in front of me.
The red lips are like fire, and the rouge is like the glow. It is not because of the stunning appearance, but I did not expect that this woman who looked cold and innocent in the past would have such a bright and moving moment, which made him stunned there for a while. Completely forgot what to do next.
The woman's long eyelashes drooped, she raised her head slightly, and saw him standing there stupidly.
"What are you doing in here?"
In one sentence, the whole atmosphere was destroyed.
Only then did the man feel that the person was still the same person, and he couldn't "treat her differently" just because she changed her outfit and looked like a woman at last.
His brows were frivolous, and he returned to his former laziness.
"Do you think I think, if it wasn't for persecution, I would rather sleep in the woodshed than take a step."
"Then you go!"
"Oh, this is what you said! If I walk out of this door, you will be responsible for any bad consequences."
He flicked his long sleeves, turned around handsomely, and was about to strode out, when the woman behind him suddenly flashed in front of him, "Wait..."
"What's the matter, didn't you let me go? Or, are you just trying to escape?"
Thousands of changes flashed across Hongluan’s face. The thing she wanted to do most now was to slap this cheeky man out of the room, but thinking about the people outside—she absolutely couldn’t make Madam suspicious, so she had to Keep this thought in your heart.
She didn't say anything, walked to the bed, grabbed a pillow and a quilt, and threw it directly on top of him.
"You sleep on the floor tonight."
What? The man savoured the meaning of this sentence carefully. Did she want him to stay?
However, why was he so obedient and humiliated to sleep on the floor? Does this sound like a begging attitude?
He threw the quilt back on the bed, stretched out his hand and brushed his sleeves, with a leisurely expression: "Forget it, why be so reluctant, anyway, everything is fake, this drama can't be played for a lifetime, right? ."
The red robe with the outer cover easily fell from him and threw it to the ground. He turned around and left without hesitation.
Of course, Hongluan couldn't let him go like this. The moment he touched the door, her fingertips moved slightly, and a silver needle shot out like lightning.