"Jingwan, there's something I can't figure out. You have such an alluring appearance, why are you still wearing breasts?" Xuan Ningyi shook the mask in his hand and looked at Murong Jingwan slyly. He found that Murong Jingwan woke up.
His eyes always glanced at the ** in his hand intentionally or unintentionally.
Her expression and aura did not change at all, Murong Jingwan smiled faintly.
"Fourth Prince, my mother has warned me since I was a child that Qingcheng's appearance may only bring endless persecution to Jingwan. The reason why my mother has made me wear a mask since I was a child is because the fights of the Murong family are not inferior to the fights of the royal family.
." He told the reason word by word, but the real reason was hidden deep in Murong Jingwan's heart.
With eyes full of pity, Xuan Ningyi gently bent down and placed a gentle kiss on Murong Jingwan's forehead.
As if feeling distressed and promising, Xuan Ningyi whispered in Murong Jingwan's ear: "Jingwan, I will protect you from now on, and I will protect you for the rest of my life."
Xuan Ningyi covered Murong Jingwan's peerless face with the gun in his hand again.
I had an inexplicable pain in my heart and my eyes hurt, as if tears were about to fall.
Why should she be so nice to her? She approached him just to get rid of him for Xuan Ningxuan, and to complete the emperor's mission. After completing the mission, can she really retire?
"Jingwan, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Looking at Murong Jingwan's eyes, Xuan Ningyi felt heartbroken. Her eyes were mixed with pain, hesitation, and confession.
Shaking her head gently, Murong Jingwan said calmly: "Fourth Prince, I'm hungry. I want to eat fermented glutinous rice dumplings."
"I'll get it right away." Xuan Ningyi ran out with excitement on his face. Fortunately, he had asked the people in the kitchen to prepare a new portion every half an hour so that Murong Jingwan could eat the freshest rice dumplings made with fermented rice.
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The moment Xuan Ningyi stepped out of the bedroom, a tear slipped silently from the corner of Murong Jingwan's eyes.
The plan went more smoothly than expected, but Murong Jingwan's heart couldn't be happy.
There is a reassuring smell on Xuan Ningyi's body, a familiar smell, a smell that only belongs to him in the memory.
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