: Section 85: Can Xuanyuanyao be trusted?

She understands this reason, so she is not exclusive.
At Xuanyuanyao's side, she felt similar, sometimes trance, as if she felt she was still in a familiar environment.
It's just a quaint scene.
On Xuanyuanyao, there was a feeling that would make her feel at ease and trust. He was like a towering mountain, blocking the wind and rain, and trapping her in the center.
The auspicious world only needs such a small piece of peaceful haven, which will allow her to fly freely, live a life that she likes, and let go of the talents given by God in her mind. [
Can she believe Xuanyuanyao?
May I?
The door was gently pushed open, and the man who had puzzled her had arrived behind him, and the cold air brought in was refreshing.
Looking at her frozen white face, Xuan Yuanyao disagreed, "There is nothing that can't be dealt with in the Nuanyang Pavilion anymore. I'm going to suffer here, what if I get caught in the cold."
"It's quiet here." She pursed her lips and smiled slightly. He didn't say that he hadn't noticed yet, his hands and feet were frozen.
"It's as quiet as in the Nuanyang Pavilion, the servants are obscured, just go out, you are the master, how can you hide from others." The person asked to get a warmer fox fur, wrapped in auspicious petite body, She politely embraced her in her arms again. "In this ghostly weather, Han entered into his bones, walked around, and went back to drink hot soup."
"Oh." His eyebrows flickered, and her eyes finally fell on Xuanyuan's untimely intimate entangled left arm. Shouldn't she just throw him away politely, and then take up the nearest teapot fiercely and smash it into his head.
However, a warm embrace, a comfortable chest, and the face gently past, can clearly hear Xuanyuan's strong and powerful heartbeat echoing in shock.