Chapter 416 This Posture Is Not Ordinary Uncomfortable

He has an aura of his own, which makes people automatically hold their breath in front of him, and they don't dare to breathe, and of course they don't dare to lie.

In fact, Lao Zhong doesn't trust people easily, but he inexplicably believes this Mr. Han,

At the moment, he respectfully told some of the things that Ning Xuemo had encountered recently, of course, only limited to what he knew.

Han Shanyue listened to him without saying a word, some of these things he knew, some he didn't know...

...

Ning Xuemo was tortured hard by the lobbyists sent by the old emperor last night. Not long after returning to the mansion, he went back to his room and slept a lot.

This big sleep was extraordinarily sweet, and I slept from ten o'clock in the morning until the evening.

When she woke up, she opened her eyes and found that the light of the setting sun outside the window had come in through the screen, just shining on a person in front of the window.

With his back to her, the man was painting on a table under the window. The sun plated a layer of golden light on him, looking very elegant and beautiful.

But the moment Ning Xuemo saw him, all the beauty that had just slept was completely wiped out!

He sat up suddenly: "Why are you here?!"

Ning Xuemo has always been very particular about where she sleeps and pays great attention to privacy.

No one is allowed in her bedroom. She even set up a formation outside the bedroom.

If you want to enter her dormitory, you have to break through that formation first...

And if someone breaks into the formation, she, the person who sets up the formation, has no reason to know!

That person was naturally Han Shanyue. He did not answer Ning Xuemo's words, but raised the painting in his hand: "How did you meet him?"

After Ning Xuemo saw the painting clearly, her heart skipped a beat!

On the painting was a man in red, with picturesque facial features, elegant and poetic demeanor, and a red robe as dazzling as the dawn.

It was Xue Yilan! That red-clothed enchanting figure was drawn into the woods by this Han Shanyue's wonderful brush strokes! It's as if you can step right out of the painting.

"Have you seen him?" Ning Xuemo blurted out.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it wouldn't be possible to draw it like this.

A dark light flashed in Hanshan's moon eyes, and he asked again, "How did you and him know each other?" His voice seemed to drop twice.

Ning Xuemo ignored him, stretched out on the bed, and said lazily, "You don't care how I know..." He lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.

With a wave of Han Shanyue's sleeve, a faint white light flashed across Ning Xuemo's body. Damn, she can't move anymore!

What she was doing was just getting out of bed, and halfway through she was immobilized by him with a body-holding technique. She leaned forward with one leg underneath. This posture was not an ordinary uncomfortable position.

Ning Xuemo raised her eyes angrily and saw Han Shanyue slowly walking towards her step by step.

The inexplicably powerful aura on him made Ning Xuemo's heart beat wildly, she glared at him: "You...what are you doing?"

He approached step by step, and finally stopped in front of her bed, less than half a meter away from her, a very dangerous distance.

Looking down at her, he slowly spit out three words: "What do you think?"

His posture is too dangerous, the faint fragrance lingers around her, it seems that she will be knocked down at any time--

Ning Xuemo was suffering from being unable to move, otherwise she would have shrunk to the corner of the bed!

He leaned down slowly, slowly reached out to her--

Ning Xuemo was shocked, he wouldn't want her now, would he? !

"Han Shanyue, don't mess around! We're not married yet, you can't--" Her cry was cut off by one of his outstretched fingers.