"You miss me, why do you want to stay away from me?"
Ye Qingmian was confused in her heart, but she smiled quietly on her face and whispered:
"Since the emperor likes Mian'er, why do you still want to make Mian'er sad? Since you miss me so much, why do you ignore me? Does it mean that everyone needs to experience separation once before they know how to miss me?
What?"
"That's not the case, Mian'er," Nan Fengyu murmured in Ye Qingmian's ear.
"I'm just sad. I'm sad why I'm so good to you, but you still want to leave me. I'm worried about why I've always been so accommodating to you, but you still want to leave me. If you leave, let me
No matter where I go, it is not impossible for me to abandon the entire Nanfeng Kingdom to find you."
"Your Majesty, are you really..." Ye Qingmian suddenly didn't know what he should say.
Listening to Nan Fengyu's so many affectionate words, and then enjoying his hug, his gently trembling hair, and his slightly rising and falling chest, all expressed his feelings without hesitation.
His love for Ye Qingmian and his lack of false love and longing for Ye Qingmian
However, is it right to only look at facts from an abstract surface? Are such facts really the so-called facts?
Or is it that there are no so-called facts at all, everything is converted by people's own consciousness, but isn't the source of people's consciousness just these superficial things?
Is the love you see really love? It seems that only the tenderness you enjoy can be considered true tenderness
"I really miss you so much, my Mian'er"
Nan Fengyu slowly kissed Ye Qingmian's forehead. Ye Qingmian's smooth and white forehead was still a little hot. Nan Fengyu kissed it gently and suddenly asked: "Mian'er, your
Body?"
When Ye Qingmian heard this sentence, she finally knew where her conflict point had always been. That’s it.
Nan Fengyu had never cared about him at all from the beginning to now. Coupled with his passionate confession, this strong contrast made Ye Qingmian realize that maybe Nan Fengyu was just confusing him.
Just myself
He didn't like himself that much at all, nor did he miss himself that much. He should have come here with a purpose. He immediately replied vigilantly: "It's much better now. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."
The voice is distant and cold, with a unique cold air in it.