Chapter 470: Wedding Night in the Bridal Chamber [13]
Yi Jian was stunned, looked at Zhong Qing carefully, stretched out his fingers, brushed her brows, and said disapprovingly: "You are my country."
Zhong Qing's heart trembled slightly. She was speechless for a long time before smiling, but that smile was unnatural.
His eyes were somewhat confused and dazed.
She knew that Yi Jian really liked her...and even this kind of love was like a flood, making her almost unable to withstand it.
However, she firmly supported herself and held on to the last line of defense, refusing to let her heart favor him even a little bit.
She won't love him...nor can she love him.
Yi Jian never meant to speak. He stared at her calmly, looking at the daze in her eyes, feeling gloomy in his heart, but with a slight smile on his face.
After a long time, Zhong Qing smiled at Yi Jianmei, covering up all her thoughts, as if she was reprimanding shyly: "What did the young marshal say... Zhong Qing is so virtuous and can do so little
The handsome country...the young marshal just knows how to make fun of his love..."
"I said it's natural." Yi Jian's fingers gently touched her earlobe and murmured.
She was everything in his deserted world.
She is the country he has been chasing all his life.
Disaster for the country and the people... beauty brings disaster... these are not important. What is important is that she is a beauty, he is a hero, and they are a perfect match.
His tone was very soft, so soft that his soft love was almost inaudible.
Zhong Qing felt a little panicked in her heart. She couldn't tell what she was feeling. The words blurted out from her mouth without thinking: "Maybe, now and after a while, your country will change its owner."
Yi Jian froze his movements and looked at her without saying a word.
"It's true. Since ancient times, it's normal for dynasties to change." Zhong Qing said with a hidden meaning.
Yi Jian certainly understood what she meant.
He looked at her for a while, his mind wandered, and he swallowed back what he wanted to say.
Yi Jian's eyes were bright and soft. She lowered her head, kissed her neck with her cherry blossom-like lips, inhaled the light taste of her body, and murmured: "Are you full?"
Only then did Zhong Qing remember that the banquet outside was still waiting for them, she quickly exclaimed and jumped off him, "It's really late..."