Chapter 1011 Goodbye, Young Marshal, I Will Climb the Wall Tonight (1)

This voice rang in Fu Yue's ears, and she could even feel the other person's breath spraying on her neck, the clear breath carrying a faint cold fragrance.

Fu Yue's movement to turn around suddenly stopped, and he remained motionless in his original posture, his back straight.

lady?

What lady? Who is the lady?

Also... is this person a human or a ghost?

One question after another popped up in Fu Yue's mind.

The big hand on her back did not leave, and slowly moved down her back until it clasped her waist.

The body temperature of the person behind him was extremely cold, and his fingertips were as cold as ice. Even through a layer of fabric, people could not help but shiver.

It feels extremely weird.

Fu Yue gritted his teeth: "Let go, you disciple."

She didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear of making some noise and attracting the two killers outside again.

The other party raised his eyebrows and let out a chuckle.

The sound is great.

Just as Fu Yue was listening intently to what was going on outside, she suddenly had an ominous premonition, and sure enough—

A slender hand clasped the back of her head, and the man's cold thin lips pressed down hard, leaving no room.

The two instantly turned over.

Fu Yue's eyes widened, and she subconsciously reached out to push. In the darkness, her wrist was grasped by the other party with great accuracy, and his two hands were clasped together and raised to the top of her head.

Inside the pitch-black coffin, a tense aura spread across this small space, and the two people's eyes met.

Fu Yue met a pair of dark eyes with a faint smile, very beautiful.

…

The faint cold fragrance of the other person was still lingering between the lips and teeth.

Fu Yue saw the right moment and bumped her elbow towards the man's chin.

certainly--

Was stopped.

The man's slender hands held her arm, and a chuckle escaped his thin lips.

"Without permission, I was frivolous, Madam."

There was no apology at all, but a feeling of pride as a feline licks its sharp claws after being satisfied.

Fu Yue gritted her teeth: "Who is your husband!"

She wants to hit someone!

The man curled his thin lips slightly and did not refute her.

The other party let go of her hand, supported the bottom of the coffin with one hand, and raised the other hand to push the lid of the coffin.

The closed coffin lid was pushed open.

The mourning hall was lit only by dim white candles and was solemn. In the middle of the night, it seemed a bit eerie and strange, making people shudder.

After staying in the darkness for a long time, Fu Yue couldn't help but squint her eyes and raise her hand to block the candlelight.

She rubbed her eyes.

Her vision was slightly blurred, and Fu Yue could clearly see the appearance of the slut who had just belittled her.

Unexpected.

He is extremely handsome, with very white skin, the kind of pale that has not been exposed to the sun for a long time. His nose bridge is high and straight, and his lips are thin, probably because of the kiss he just received. There is a little rouge-colored blush, which is very attractive. .

The man had sat up, staring at her with his dark eyes, which were dim and vague, with a bit of a smile and some other things that she couldn't understand.

After a while, Fu Yue forced out an awkward smile: "Your hobby is quite special."

As she spoke, she glanced at the dark coffin beneath her, and her meaning was obvious.

Living people actually like to sleep in coffins?

The other party raised an eyebrow and actually answered seriously.

"It's not a hobby."

"I'm waiting for you, ma'am."

Fu Yue's eyelids twitched: "..."

This handsome guy is a lunatic. He sleeps in a coffin and calls other people "ma'am" casually.

So handsome.

Pity.