The entanglement between each other made the other party exhausted, but today Qingcheng did not fall asleep earlier than him.
She looked at his harmless handsome face with his eyes closed, as if after he revealed his feelings, he only had boundless attachment and love for her!
Qingcheng's bright eyes widened, and she stretched out the soft catkins that had been warmed by him and touched his handsome face, lingering on his smooth face from his delicate eyebrows...
In fact, being able to see the person you like lying next to you the first time you wake up is such a happiness that no amount of wealth or power can replace.
Qingcheng could understand why he always liked to look at her sleeping face, and she could also understand how he felt when he looked at her.
Just as she was caressing him gently with a smile, the swelling in her chest made her frown and stand up, covering her mouth with her hand and retching.
Her movements aroused Murong Jue, and his closed eyelids instantly opened, only to see her sitting on the couch, vomiting sadly...
"What's wrong?" Murong Jue also sat up, his eyes darkened, and the confusion and tiredness in his eyes had already disappeared in an instant.
He stroked her clean and undressed back, trying to straighten her breath, and looked at her eyes with heartache.
Qingcheng shook her head and tried hard to swallow the discomfort. After she felt better, she replied softly: "It's nothing, my stomach doesn't feel very good!"
When Murong Jue heard what she said, his eyebrows furrowed even deeper. He was about to get down on the bed and grab the clothes scattered on the floor, but Qingcheng saw through it earlier!
"Don't go, I'm fine, it's getting late now!" She held his wrist with one hand and wrapped her plump figure in the quilt with the other. After all, neither of them were wearing clothes at the moment.
Murong Jue pushed her hand away and only said: "Lie down quickly, I'll be right back!"
"Absolutely... vomit..." Qingcheng shouted, retching again, and the blood on her face faded faster!
Murong Jue could neither leave nor stay, so he could only continue to soothe her breath, hoping that she would feel better.
"Hold me, I'm a little cold!" Qingcheng nestled against his chest, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. He could feel that the stamens on her chest had stood up and bloomed, but there was no trace of desire in his eyes at this moment.
Here, there is nothing but worry...
Murong Jue hugged her tightly, pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing, and he no longer felt any sleepiness.
"Let's talk!" Qingcheng lay quietly in his arms for a long time, knowing that he was not asleep yet, so she asked, hoping to break the unusual tranquility at the moment.
"What do you want to hear?" Murong Juewen said in a warm voice, resting his chin on the top of her hair. The fragrance of her body would faintly float into his nostrils, but it could not erase his worry about her at the moment.
Murong Jue knew that her poor constitution was caused by him. If he had not been so cruel, she would always be as energetic as when he saw her at the night banquet!
But now...
Murong Jue's eyes darkened. He was blaming himself, but Qingcheng had no idea!
"Whatever!" Qingcheng said, blinking her bright eyes, moving her body slightly, looking up at him and saying, "Tell me about your childhood!"
As soon as her request came out, Murong Jue's expression changed!
"What's wrong?" Qingcheng frowned and asked him. At that moment, she clearly felt that his arm holding her trembled, and he didn't have time to control his expression.
"It's nothing, I'll tell you if you want to hear it!" Murong Jue hugged her tightly again, deliberately not letting her see his face or the downcast look in his eyes.
Qingcheng's heartstrings had been touched unintentionally. She didn't struggle against his tight embrace, as if she knew that he didn't want to see his expression!
"Before I was six years old, I was always with..." Murong Jue hugged her and began to talk about his childhood. He chose to tell her what happened before he was six years old, but Qingcheng interrupted him!
"Jue..." She called him low and said without looking at him: "If it's a sad thing, don't say it. Forget the bad things and make yourself happier!" Qingcheng said slowly, wrapping her arms around his waist.
His arms were also a little tighter.
She didn't want to hear his painful past, because this seemed to be trampling on his already scabbed scars again. Even if there would be no blood, it would still make him hurt!
"Qingcheng..." Murong Jue sighed in his heart. He was moved that he could have such a kind woman. At the same time, he also felt guilty that he had hurt such a woman...
"I'm tired, hold me tight!" Qingcheng said, deliberately wanting to stop the topic, she rubbed her cheek against his warm chest and really closed her eyes.
The room that had been noisy just now was now quiet again. Murong Jue held her motionless and waited for her to fall asleep, while he opened a pair of bright black eyes and his thoughts were flying wildly.
Murong never fell asleep that night, but Qingcheng slept very well in his arms, and even her physical discomfort disappeared!
The two hugged each other until dawn, and the morning light from outside ran into the house, illuminating the place that had been dark all night!
There is a gentle morning breeze blowing through the slightly open window, and the thin gauze tent is swaying, and you can vaguely see the scene inside the tent!
Qingcheng was hugged by him, and she could only see his majestic back wrapping her tightly, as if there was a kind of determination in it!
He will never let anything or anyone hurt her heart or body again. He wants to be her final destination, and he is the most reliable!
Murong Jue wrapped the quilt around her and prepared to stand up, but Qingcheng woke up as soon as he moved.
"Are you going to the palace?" Qingcheng asked lazily, opening her eyes to look at him, her sleepy eyes showed the satisfaction of just waking up, and even her cheeks were stained with crimson due to his tight embrace all night.
The color is as beautiful as rouge!
Murong Jue lowered his head and pecked her gently in the center of her eyebrows, and the gentle kiss made Qingcheng smile and raise her lips.
"You sleep a little longer, maybe I will come back later today!" Murong Jue said, taking out the arm that she had put under her neck all night. Since she hadn't moved, she was a little numb at the moment, but he couldn't do anything.
He didn't say anything, and he didn't even show a trace of discomfort. Instead, he pushed the quilt away so that she wouldn't catch a cold!
He took out the arm that had been resting under her neck all night. Since it had not been moved, it was a little numb at the moment. However, he did not say anything, nor did he show any signs of discomfort. Instead, he pushed the corner of the quilt away so that she would not catch the cold.
!
"Have there been a lot of things in the palace recently?" Qingcheng lay obediently, her eyes a little dodgeful. At the moment, Murong Jue was dressing, putting on the brocade robes scattered on the ground one by one, putting on his perfect and irreplaceable body.