Quick Transmigration: The villain made the hero cry again

Chapter 332 Tyrant 22

Xuan Qin turned his head uncomfortably: "Glib tongue."

But the reddish tips of his ears revealed his inner activities at this time.

Shen Chen saw that his expression softened. She was so sleepy now that she just wanted to sleep quickly.

But Xuan Qin was very interested in letting her take him out to enjoy the moon at night.

She also said that she wanted to see the environment in which she grew up.

On a cold day, two people stood in the yard staring at each other. It was cloudy tonight, there was no moon in the gray sky, and only the pale lights were on in the yard.

Shen Chen lazily yawned.

The two of them were frozen into dogs, and finally returned to Shen Chen's room honestly.

Xuan Qin looked around curiously in Shen Chen's room.

Shen Chen fell asleep holding the hand warmer.

Shen Chen's room was too plain. It didn't look like an ordinary daughter's room, but more like a room for a man who danced with swords and swords.

However, Shen Chen is indeed not an ordinary daughter.

He gently stroked Shen Chen's long whip and sword hanging on the wall, and found the books Shen Chen had copied and the words he had written on the desk.

Her handwriting was extremely ugly, crooked, like insects crawling on the paper.

There is only a very simple mirror on Shen Chen's dressing table, and then a few worthless hairpins.

Xuan Qin suddenly remembered that she never seemed to like too many gorgeous decorations.

He still has some rare swords in his private treasury.

Just when he was still thinking about how to give those rare toys to Shen Chen without being pretentious.

Suddenly I found a small box in the wooden drawer.

The small box was extremely exquisite, as if it contained something very precious.

Xuan Qin pursed his lips and held the small box in his hand. It was not locked, but the design was very precise and it took some effort to open it.

It doesn't look like something from Yanchi.

His long fingers fiddled with the jade butterfly in the center of the box for a long time, only to hear a snapping sound.

The box is opened.

It was full of letters.

The handwriting inside is cool and arrogant, and its owner must also be a very high-spirited person.

He turned over it.

His face became darker and darker.

They are all Meng Lang's love poems, which are coquettish and quoting from classics.

Some of them were written in extremely explicit ways, and behind each letter, the person writing the letter was Brother Shen’s Hengdi.

This is a romance between Shen Chen and another person.

The well-preserved letter turned into a ball in Xuan Qin's palm, and then fell into the furnace like a moth to a flame and turned into ashes.

Xuan Qin's body felt cold and he looked for Shen Chen's location.

Unexpectedly, the woman had already run to the bed and fell asleep comfortably.

He stood beside the bed.

He looked at him with deep eyes, his eyes were like a deep ancient pool, extremely dangerous.

Half of her little face was buried in the quilt, only a small head was exposed, and her long hair was tangled and scattered.

When he was asleep, his cold eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes, and his fair skin looked a little quiet and sweet.

Xuan Qin wanted to wake her up and question her.

But somehow, he just sat on the edge of the bed.

His eyes were full of tenderness, and his hands gently pushed her messy hair away, revealing her beautiful little face.

"I am no worse than that Hengyu."

Shen Chen seemed to feel his movements, opened his eyes a little and glanced at him.

Then he said a little tiredly: "Have you finished reading?"

Shen Chen moved inside with extremely skillful movements, making room for Xuan Qin.

Xuan Qin was wearing pajamas and lying next to Shen Chen.

Shen Chen didn't open his eyes again and took him into his arms, complaining: "It's so cold."

But he didn't let go.

(End of chapter)