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When Han Yi Er thought about this, a sense of loss hung on her face ...
Previously, he kept admonishing himself not to jump into this dream. However, the more he tried to avoid it, the more he would fall into it ...
The current her didn't want to end this dream-like feeling. She was constantly afraid that she would be beaten back to her original form!
Yun Ao Tian noticed that her expression was strange and immediately asked with concern: "Are you not feeling well?"
Right after these words were spoken, the melodious sound of an ancient bell ringing came from afar ...
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" 12 times ...
Is the Cinderella's magic medicine over?
His big watery eyes looked around ...
He looked at the man beside him ...
It hadn't changed! Nothing had changed! The Cinderella's magic was still continuing, he did not get beaten back to his original form because of the 12 o'clock end!
Hehe...
So that was just a fairy tale ...
He let out a light breath and inadvertently revealed a sweet smile as he looked at Yun Ao Tian. "I'm fine ..."
In an instant ...
Yun Ao Tian's cheeks, which had become even redder under the effects of the alcohol, became even hotter ...
Even though he was covered by the dark night sky, his heart, which he hadn't felt in a long time, "Putong ..." "Plop ..." It jumped violently.
The sound of his heart beating was so loud that it could not be hidden at all ...
"Could it be that he is not feeling well either?" Are you not feeling well either? "
He shook his head embarrassedly and said, "I'm fine ..."
He had never experienced such a feeling before ...
He had never known that he could blush and feel his heart beat faster just by looking at the girl's smile. It was truly useless ...
Yun Ao Tian calmed down a little and asked Han Yi Er in concern, "Are you tired?"
"Not bad." He shook his head lightly and answered.
If that was the case...
He smiled and quickly held her hand. His originally slow footsteps gradually quickened as he said, "Then, let's walk home ..."
Why don't you take a car and walk?
Han Yi Er looked at him in confusion, but the moment he revealed a smile, Fang Zhi ...
Yun Ao Tian could also reveal such a gentle smile.
Feeling the warmth of his large hand, he savored the tranquil night that seemed like his heart, but was unable to calm down. "Mmm." He didn't destroy the feeling he had in front of him. Nodding his head and following his footsteps, he ran under the starry sky ...
He could feel the boundless happiness before him ...
"Your shoes are a bit dirty." When they reached to their doorstep, it was already past one in the morning. When they noticed Yun Ao Tian's shiny leather shoes, they realized that they were a little stained.
"Hehe ..." After hearing her words, Yun Ao Tian's mind couldn't help but think of the second day she came to Yun Family ...
'Servant girl, my shoes are dirty, why don't you clean them for me? '
Then a series of injuries to her came back to him like a movie.
At that time, how many things had he done to hurt her?
His heart was aching as he regretted his cruel actions. Fortunately ...
She didn't hate him to the bone marrow ...
Otherwise...
This scene could only be explained by his drunken confusion and his hallucinations ...
"You're still talking? Isn't that all your doing? " Yun Ao Tian abandoned his usual mature and cold attitude and started to joke around like a high school boy.
"It's not like I'm the one jumping, you were the one forcing it!"
Is Han Yi Er drunk too?
She, who was usually cold and elegant, was now acting like a little girl, acting like a spoiled child ...
"Then you're blaming me for being thick-skinned?" Yun Ao Tian asked with dissatisfaction.
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