Rebirth of the tyrant love husband

Chapter 15 This Seat Should Not Be Broken Sleeve

The bright moonlight outside the window climbed over the carved wooden windows, and the shadows of flowers floated outside the windows.

Shen Yan opened her eyes, and found that she was lying on the soft couch in the bedroom with all her clothes on.Looking at the window through the flickering candle, I saw two figures swaying on the white window paper.

He was a little dizzy, raised his hand and pressed his temple, barely sat up with his arms propped up on the bed, then got off the bed barefoot, without shoes, and walked towards the two windows reflecting the shadows.

"You made such a big battle, but you didn't kill them. It's the first time I've seen someone like you, and now you're going to be Shen Yan's disciple again. Hmm...I'm so pissed off."

"I want to give them another chance."

It was Gu Wanqing's voice, Shen Yan firmly grasped the edge of the window, supporting her limp body.

"Didn't you hate Shen Yan so much back then, why did you erase all the memories of Shen Yan being imprisoned and humiliated by the creatures of the six realms?"

"Since I can give others a chance, why can't I give him a chance?"

"Don't tell me that you really like men? You said before that what you did to Shen Yan was just to get revenge on him and make him the laughing stock of the six realms."

"When did this seat say this?"

"You said it, don't try to deny it!"

"Oh, it's...is it? Then...then what...why...how can I like men? Isn't it nice for a woman to warm her bed?"

"Really? I hope so, but don't end up being the one who fell in love first, and not only deceived us all, but also deceived yourself."

"Tonghua, don't worry, I'm not a broken sleeve. I just want to give him a chance to start over for his sake of supporting me back then."

"........."

With her limp body on her back, Shen Yan moved back to the bed step by step, and lay down slowly.

He originally thought that Gu Wanqing had already razed Ziwei's fairy gate to the ground, but how could he wake up to such a scene?

If it is said that anyone who hears the sound of Xiao will lose the memory of being imprisoned by Gu Wanqing, then besides his own weakness at that time, why can he still remember clearly what happened back then?

In the past and present life, not a single detail has been forgotten.

He put his arm on his forehead, thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered that when the flute sounded, black mist floated over people's heads like flowing clouds, but it did not appear above his head.

Could it be that people will lose that memory wherever the black mist spreads?

He was thinking about it when the door was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak" and footsteps sounded, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Gu Wanqing walked into the house, turned around and locked the door, and strode to the bed.

Seeing Shen Yan's quilt huddled at the foot of the bed, she couldn't help shaking her head, teasing secretly: "When did the Immortal Master become so naughty and learn to kick the quilt?"

He leaned over and pulled the quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt for Shen Yan. For a moment, he remembered that Shen Yan had covered him with the quilt in the same way.

"Xianzun, I don't know why you fainted outside the house today. You shouldn't have seen me playing the flute, right? Fortunately, I have cast an amnesia spell on your forehead before, and you don't remember all the things in the Seven Star Tower. Otherwise, you today If you know the cause and effect, why don't you fight with me?"

Shen Yan's fingers were tightly curled up under the quilt, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging. Gu Wanqing really believed that he had lost that unbearable memory.

"Yue Tonghua just asked me if I like men?" Gu Wanqing tilted her head and smoothed her high ponytail, muttering, "Ask me if I like you?"

"Do you like men? It's really hard to say. I liked Zheng Ziqian back then. He was indeed a real man..." Gu Wanqing muttered to herself, and sat down by the bed, He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, "But I later found out that I don't have that kind of affection for him...it shouldn't be counted...um...not counted."