Heaven cannot survive without Xia Jin, and Tian Jue believes that as long as Jin properly serves as his guardian angel and does not threaten his and the crown prince's throne.
But being suspicious by nature, he always suspected that Jin and the Flower God were plotting something, and would not stop until Jin was imprisoned in heaven every day.
How many days has he been in the human world? Before he came to the human world, he also lived in the flower world. Elder Pavilion was even more afraid that he would unite with the flower world to avenge his mother and the injustice he suffered as a child.
Although they don't have a share in the Elder Pavilion, it doesn't mean they don't know!
Stop it? Tian Jue is the king of heaven, and there is no evidence for this matter. He has repeatedly failed to assassinate him, so the Elder Pavilion just let it go, but he is still worried that Jin will have knots in his heart!
Jin felt extremely disgusted with this group of people. Fortunately, her mother married into the flower world and left that smoky planet full of suspicion.
In that place, he didn't want to see those flattering smiling faces for a moment. But... they were all more or less related to him by blood. Moreover, the princess was kind-hearted and still regarded heaven as her home, so Jean Jin could protect her well.
"Yes!" Xiu Yan's figure disappeared into the night.
With a click, the door was opened.
"Jin." Lan Nuyin's voice was full of exhaustion.
She came back anyway.
Jin was slightly happy, but when he turned around, he saw that she was in a mess, her lips and eyes were red and swollen, her hair was a little messy, and a large white coat covered her body. The coat was obviously not hers.
Jin felt a pain in her heart. She walked over and held her cold hand, but anger rose in her heart.
What on earth did this Yi Yanfeng do to her?!
Since you love her so much, why don't you pity her properly!
"Xiao Nu... don't cry..." Seeing a hint of water in her eyes, Jin panicked and gently stroked away the water droplets on her eyelashes.
"Jin!" Lan Nuoyin felt infinitely guilty in her heart and hugged him tightly, Jin... you fool! Why? She came back so late, and she was obviously injured... But he didn't blame him at all, but looked distressed.
.
The first thing I said when I saw her was not to ask her what she was doing or who she was with, but to tell her, "Xiao Nu, don't cry, there's me."
How could she hurt Jin like this?
Jin hugged her back, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry Nunu, I didn't protect you well. I shouldn't have let you see him!"
If she had never met Yi Yanfeng, would everything be the same as before?
But the encounter between her and him was planned by him.
Xia Jin, do you regret it now?
But it’s already too late!
Lan Nuoyin shook his head, "You idiot! What does this have to do with you? I..." She couldn't continue, and in the end she just let out a complicated sigh.
Jin, Jin... what did you do wrong? She is the one who should say sorry.
His embrace will always be her harbor.
When you are tired, you can stop at your home.
"Jin...actually I..." After hesitating for a long time, he finally didn't say anything.
He understands everything, doesn't he?
In fact, he always knew that her feelings for him were deep, but they were not love.
Jin let go of her and stared deeply down at her, "Are you tired? Take a shower and then go to sleep!"
Lan Nuoyin nodded. He was about to take off his coat first, but suddenly remembered something, stopped what he was doing, and walked to the closet.
Jin was confused, why did she look so strange?
Walk behind her, hold her shoulders, and turn her around to face herself.
Looking at his deep gaze, Lan Nuoyin felt a little guilty.
He put his hand on her collar and wanted to pull down the zipper, but she stopped him. "Jin, no."
Jin's hand tightened and pulled it down.
Under her torn clothes were ambiguous kiss marks. The purple marks showed how hard the initiator had worked, and the scenery on her chest was looming.
Jin's breathing became obviously rapid.
Lan Nuoyin's face turned red and she put away her coat, "Jin, I..."
"Is it him?" There was no trace of blame in his tone, only deep distress and anger.