Chapter 327 : [Festival is like a dream and goodbye is unforgettable] Forget about love
Holding hands together, her eyes filled with tears, and finally she burst into laughter.
This is a promise he made to her, a promise he would take very seriously
"good"
As soon as he said a word, she jumped on his body, hugged his neck, and kissed him deeply. He was startled at first, and then he changed his position and pressed her under him.
The kiss fell without hesitation, it was the first time that it was so lingering and never let up.
"Long Lilie, let me tie your hair once."
After the kiss that disturbed the two of them stopped, she looked at his disheveled hair and said slightly, "We are married as husband and wife, and we are in love with each other. I seem to have never tied my hair for you."
Her voice sounded like she was blaming herself. He glanced at her eyes and repeated what she just said: "We are husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love."
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The bronze mirror reflects his handsome face
His back is straight and straight, and his robes are patterned with clouds.
She stood behind him, thinking about remembering
Eleven, this kind of back view must be remembered no matter what.
Through the bronze mirror, he also looked at her
She took a step forward and held his bun with her left hand. He rarely wore his hair loose and always simply wore a golden crown.
Reaching for the wooden comb on the table, dizziness and darkness flashed before her eyes. It was the forgetful water that began to take effect. She bit her lower lip tightly, untied the hairpin from his golden crown, and her black and silky hair flowed down.
, spread out in the palm of her hand, the luster is like the light refracted by crystal beads, and slowly slides down.
"If it hurts you, just say it"
She was obsessed with his hair and combed it over and over again, taking the trouble to
The pain in her heart suddenly became overwhelming. She was frightened, so she combed her hair a few times and made a bun.
Her hands seemed to have been fixed for a long time, holding his hair tightly.
Long Lilie frowned
Her body moved unconsciously, and her hand suddenly let go under his movement. Something fell from his shoulder to his knees. He looked down, his eyes darkening.
That comb...
Is what hangs above the Qingluan hairpin he once gave her?
The hairpin was broken, so she made it into a pendant and dropped it on top of the hairpin.
He was immediately overjoyed and turned around unconsciously
Something fell in response
He instinctively reached out to pick it up——
On the white and slender arms, a weak and boneless body
She closed her eyebrows and eyes quietly, as if she had fallen asleep
"eleven……?"
He called her name carefully, but she didn't respond at all. She just kept her hand tightly covering her heart and never fell off.
"Eleven, you haven't tied my hair up yet," he said softly, "My hair hasn't been tied up yet..."
Layers of sweat gradually formed on her forehead
He knew she was in pain, but he was always so helpless
It feels like my heart is being torn into pieces. Taking a gentle breath is also painful.
"It's okay eleven..."
"I promised you that I would make you fall in love with Jun Wuxiyan again."
"In this life, I will never fail you if I fail anyone..."
Liu Jing actually came to deliver supper to the emperor and empress, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the door.
No one has ever seen the emperor like this before
With long hair flying around, a pair of blood-red eyes, and an evil and coquettish aura all over his body, he held the queen and sobbed quietly as if no one else was around.
After one glance, she didn't dare to look any longer, and was about to leave the room when the emperor's somewhat choked voice sounded.
"Liu Jing, Fei Ge sent a letter to Wu Hen, suspending the retreat and considering the long term."