Looking at that figure standing outside the window and staring, she put down the quilt in her hands, walked slowly to his side with doubtful steps, and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"

As he looked away, everything was really so quiet.

He stretched out his hand directly and hugged her into his arms, sighing with a sigh of relief: "It's nothing."

It sounded like he was very worried. It must be the things he discussed after going out that made him so melancholy.

She put one hand around his neck, snuggled into his arms affectionately, and whispered guiltily: "Haochen, I'm sorry."

sorry?

He shook his head helplessly and smiled, his eyes still full of affection, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Apologise to me, but you did something wrong?"

Something wrong?

So far, she has only done the only wrong thing to him. And this wrong thing is the eternal secret.

The longer it accumulated in her heart, the more guilt she felt.

"If one day you know that I once..."

"Lan'er, go to bed early."

Before she could finish her words, he intercepted her words again. Every time she tried to muster the courage to speak, it seemed to be in vain.

Isn't it possible that even God wouldn't let her say it? Ever since she started hiding it, she was destined to feel guilty about him.

He once said that he didn't need his guilty love for her. But, everything...

She followed him with her eyes, followed behind him, approached him and asked, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Are you not going back to the palace?"

He looked at her with an evil smile and said pretentiously: "If you want to go back, I won't stop you."

"Murong Haochen, you..." For a moment, she really didn't know how to answer him.

Pretending to be a little embarrassed, he walked to the dressing room and took off the hairpin from his bun. Looking at him in the mirror, he was sitting on the bed, paying close attention to himself.

I don't know why, but the next moment my cheeks turned shy, and I didn't dare to look at him in the mirror. I slowly put down the hairpin in my hand, and couldn't help but stare at it for a long time. They had been getting along for almost a year, and everything seemed to be okay.

It feels like a world away. Everything here seems like it was just yesterday.

Murong Haochen watched her look at the hairpin in her hand for a while, then looked at her with puzzled eyes, and walked behind her very lightly. Without opening a word, he directly held her body in his arms.

.

Seeing the situation, she was confused and put on the bed by him before she could react. She hugged him smoothly, choked with sobs for a long time and said slowly: "Promise me that you will tolerate me no matter what happens."

Perhaps, this is her only request now. No matter what happens in the future, she must promise to follow his promise. Otherwise, with his chaotic temper, he will definitely forget all the previous promises. Knowing that all this is just to give

It's just a comfort in my heart.

"When have I never tolerated you?" Hearing her words, he shook his head helplessly and smiled to himself.

He lay her body in his arms, held her hand, and comforted her very gently: "Why are you so sad tonight, but you think I bullied you?"

In the past, she always liked to say that she was bullying her, but today after she learned about the secret passage, she felt that she was bullying her if he had been hot and cold towards her at first. But she, for some reason, always had a sad face and was extremely worried.

Bully?

Isn't the number of people he bullied still considered small?

He couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth into a snicker. He pursed his lips and tried his best to hide his emotions. He raised his eyes and looked into those eyes, pretending to be calm and said: "If you bullied me, would I still hold you like this?"

?"

Hearing this, he teased the tip of her nose. His affectionate and doting eyes were never far away from her sight. He also hugged her body tighter. He slowly said: "I will go to Jiangnan the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow

Seeing that I'm not here, if you can't stay any longer, go back to Ye Mansion."

To her, this place was not so familiar to her, nor did she feel any sense of security. Every choice he made was for her alone.

Hearing this, a calm forced smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If it had been before, I would have pretended to agree to you and ran away secretly."

His decision was naturally a good one. After all, he had not returned home to visit his father for a long time. Although her brother sometimes said that her father was fine, she knew in her heart that it was painful to think about the incident. Since she was a child, her father had always been with her mother.

She stared at the picture scroll. In the past, she really didn't understand how painful it was to miss her more deeply. Now, she feels...

His eyes were still convinced, and a gentle voice slowly came: "The person I believe will not do it."

Sometimes he feels that he understands her very well. The more time he spends with her, the more he understands her. He really doesn't know why she is so sad.

Recognized person?

When they saw each other when they were children, they recognized each other? Why, he tried his best to hide everything that happened. ***I don’t know why he wanted to hide it. She asked about some things, but he never

Not a single word was said.

She traced her fingertips randomly in front of his chest and smiled: "Seeing how convinced you are, I just can't do what you want."

She had never thought that she could be so close to him. Thinking about everything in the past, everything was too naive.

Original love is just a fleeting glimpse.

Original love, love blooms with heart.

After hearing this, Murong Haochen pressed her directly under him, bit her neck and sucked gently, and whispered in her ear: "How dare you——"

"How can you not listen to your husband?" She slowly put her hands into his neck, hugged him tightly, leaned forward for support and kissed the corner of his lips, and said with a shy look, "The one who is going to Jiangnan.

How about you staying with me these days?"

Seeing the moment she kissed him, his heart palpitated involuntarily.

"Lan'er, if..."

"You don't have to say it."

Judging from his words and behavior today, this trip to Jiangnan was not just to take him there to relax. Instead, he had always had a plan in his mind. Although he didn’t know whether this trip to Jiangnan was really what he said, he didn’t care.

How could he know it clearly in his heart, even if he knew it, he would not know the truth anymore.

When Murong Haochen saw her saying this, maybe she had already guessed something in her mind, but no matter what, there were some things that she would not take risks for.

"I will definitely fulfill your wish." He looked at her with deep and lustful eyes, stretched out his hand to gently caress her face, and slowly moved down to hold her chin, the lips between them were extremely separated.

Near. "When will you also be able to have sex?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel dizzy on my face, and the traces of dizziness spread. I pretended to be ignorant: "Man, what do you want to satisfy you?"

From the moment he pressed her under him, his eyes became blurred, and we knew that his heart had been holding back. In the past few days, the time spent with him was naturally much longer than in the palace. She really wanted this.

days, but she can't accept it at the moment.

It's not that she hasn't let go yet, it's just that she's not ready to be his real woman, and she has never been confident, and she's also afraid that if something happens between them, the love will get deeper and deeper.

It’s about how you should deal with yourself if you get hurt in the future.

But this sentence kept saying on his lips, but it wasn't like he didn't really force himself. In fact, he had a plan in his heart.

A more profound plan, and both of them understand the current situation.

Murong Haochen saw her pursed lips, looking extremely shy, and smiled fondly: "Are you pretending to understand?" A meaningful smile flashed in his eyes.

The tips of his tongues touched each other, and when he slowly opened his lips, they were so impatiently entangled, tossing and turning.

His movements were a little slower, but he was still occupying her like crazy.

"Haochen, I..."

She held his hand tightly. Seeing the situation, she was naturally aware of her worries and smiled tenderly: "Don't worry, everyone has been dismissed and no one will know."

Hearing him say this, his face became even more rosy. He didn't know how to restrain himself, he had to be so unruly.

Her body was firmly placed in his waist, and her clothes fell off her waist one by one in his palm, and her fair skin came into view. Her short breaths came to her ears melodiously: "Lan'er, I love you.

You, let me love you properly, okay?"

"Promise me not to act recklessly, otherwise I will not forgive you."

In fact, these words should not be said. After all, they are husband and wife, how could they not have such a relationship.

Seeing her shy look, he once again sucked her skin deeply: "Do you think that once love goes crazy, it will stop?"

"Haochen, will you ever change your mind in this life?"

Change of heart?

It turned out that in her heart, she had never believed in herself. Otherwise, how would she have said that she had changed her heart?

"The reason why you don't want to sleep with me is not because of the current situation. But because you don't believe me?"

"The last thing I want to see is you frowning and looking angry."

She reached out and stroked his eyebrows, kissing him who always loved to frown. She put her hands on his chest and slowly moved down. This time she lay on him, kissing the scars deeply imprinted on his skin.

Murong Haochen saw her getting up and exposing her body in front of him. Ning Huo asked her, "What are you thinking about?"

"Lan'er, I'm your wife." When he took off his clothes, he had already thought about everything. He slowly leaned down, and although he shyly clung to his body, he kept reminding himself that it was him.

Wife. "What, you are starting to hate me now?"

At that moment, Murong Haochen's heart could no longer calm down and was throbbing.

They hugged each other side by side, lips touching every corner.

The bright moon casts a ray of moonlight as white as jade, shining faintly on the jade-smooth skin, and the sound becomes more delicate and subtle...

The sliding gauze curtain and candlelight reflected the two of them on the wall, their swaying bodies floating up and down.

A dreamy song, drunken life and death.

The beautiful spring releases and comforts oneself.
Chapter completed!