Chapter 899: Is it a dream? Not a dream?

The art of piano music can be divided into three categories.
Defense, attack, and support.
Defense is to use sound waves to defuse attacks.
Attacks are mostly mental attacks.
The auxiliary is illusion and confusion.
Although there are only three major categories, the details are also very interesting. Because it is impossible to practice, Lou Qianxue has been very interested in piano music for a long time.
She is already a piano player, her mental power is very high, and her talent is also very good. In one month, she has mastered most of the songs left by the little uncle.
Of course, it takes a long period of study and practice to fully utilize the power of the music.
As the close of another year was approaching, the weather suddenly cooled down. During this time, she closed her door to thank guests, and almost everyone outside the house thought she had gone out to practice.
Wearing a cloak, Lou Qianxue stood in the pavilion and looked at the red plum pressing the snow in the distance, with a look in a daze.
She held a grey stone in her hand, plain and unpretentious, but a strange power surged in it.
"I and it really have the same disease."
"I am out of repair, it has no abnormal fire... it can't always be like this, nor can I!"
"There are still many things waiting for me to do... If he doesn't come in the next year, then I... will go out."
After learning piano music, she is confident and can protect herself with the music.
Lou Qianxue exhaled and sat down in the pavilion, pressing her fingers on the guqin that Lou Potian had found, and began to play.
Ling Ling Qin sound, in the empty courtyard, becomes more and more lonely and cold.
After spending a whole day in the pavilion, Lou Qianxue hugged the piano back to the room, freshened and rested.
The night was thick, the light was dim, and everything fell silent.
Lou Qianxue was lying on the bed, but she didn't feel sleepy for some reason, her jet-black eyes fell on the window lattice.
I don't know if it is because that person always likes to enter through the window. In this more than a month, she has had the dream of turning over the window many times.
Thinking she couldn't help but laugh.
Tan Taiyuan was cold and arrogant. The incident of turning the window didn't match his appearance, but he didn't feel any discomfort when he started such a thing.
Thinking about...
Squeak...
The familiar voice that seemed to be in a dream suddenly appeared...
Lou Qianxue was in a daze, thinking to herself that she was probably dreaming again.
The slender figure, carrying the icy air outside the house, suddenly rushed towards his face.
The cold Lou Qianxue couldn't help shrinking her white face that was exposed outside the quilt.
however……
next moment……
"Woo..."
Her thin, warm lips, which were diametrically opposed to the cold, were strongly printed on her...
The familiar breath and taste made Lou Qianxue's eyes widen.
Is this a dream?
Not a dream?
She couldn't tell for a while...
Without waiting for her to think about it, there was a tingling pain in her jaw. She subconsciously opened her mouth, and her fiery tongue pierced into the mouth of the sweet sandalwood...
A fierce kiss, with a bit of tyrannical and brutal hostility, like a beast that finally caught its prey, strong, domineering, not to be rejected, occupying absolute dominance, as if to out her soul ...
People panic for no reason.
Lou Qianxue’s red lips were forced to open, but they were so tightly blocked that even her breathing was blocked. Her small Yao nose made a hum of rejection, and her body moved slightly...
But greedily sucking and sucking between lips and teeth, teasing her long soft tongue, but still reluctant to let her go. It's just that eagerness and strong dominance, in the silent, slowed down and became gentle...