A feeling of pity surged in his heart, and he was afraid that she would get sick again, so his voice became extremely gentle: "Miaolian, let's go back to the main hall."
She opened her eyes to look at him.
"Miaolian, you are much haggard these days. You are not in good health, but you don't dare to get angry at all. Let's go back."
Her eyes turned away and looked at the magnificent Zhaoyang Palace. These days, she has actually become accustomed to it. Although it is deserted, she is free and free. What about the main hall? It was the place where she lived for many years, but it was only a short time.
But I can't remember what it looks like.
How come human memories become so strange?
His voice was even more gentle: "I found that it would be nice to switch to Zhaoyang Palace occasionally. In the future, as long as you like, we can also come to Zhaoyang Palace at any time."
This time, she did not refuse, nor could she refuse.
You can break with him because of his indifference and ruthlessness. You can walk away calmly when he has other women... and even hope that he will be cruel and ruthless and completely expel himself!!!
However, when he raised the gentle sword, she could not cope with it. Because that kind of tenderness was familiar to her and was dependent on her bones. Over the years, people have formed a lazy habit and a powerful attachment.
, like a plant of vines.
How can a woman resist here?
What capital is there to resist?
I just feel tired, the kind of fatigue that a woman is unable to resist in her fate. Marry a chicken and a dog and a dog. She is his concubine. As long as he has never rested, he can only follow him.
She sat up slowly and prepared to serve him as she used to be.
However, as soon as he reached out his hand, he caught it.
He gently bit her index finger, and in the dim sky, he could see that the ten fingers were as tender as the tips of green onions, tender and slender, which made his heart sway again.
I have been a couple for many years, but now I am fascinated by it and have a novel feeling.
"His Majesty……"
Her fingertips were in his mouth, receiving his gentle bite, like a wonderful current flowing through his heart, trembling slightly.