Mo Zhilan's slender phoenix eyes were filled with deep affection, and he said in a low voice: "Zi'er, tell me you will never leave me again."
She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but she subconsciously answered his words: "Unless I die, I won't leave you even if you beat me to death... You are mine if you beat me to death, let alone leave..."
, will always be only mine... my man... husband... rival... you, really don't plot against me in the future... I... I will be rude to you."
"...Hmm." He responded. Seeing that she was really asleep, he didn't want to wake her up again.
The imperial physician's diagnosis was fatigue, but he knew that it only took her half the time to return to Tianche from Loulan.
Day and night, no sleep, no sleep, several days and nights to get back to the imperial capital.
Zi'er...
Always so stubborn.
He wanted to save Qiyu, but he didn't want to put him in a dilemma, so he risked his life alone.
For the sake of his empire, he did not hesitate to use all possible means to pull Xuan Ling off the throne, and even stopped punishing Xuan Changwu.
Will she abandon him and fall into Qi Yu's arms?
No, even if she really did this, he would still believe her because he had no choice but to do so.
Trust is the most rare thing in the world - it is easy to fall in love but difficult to get along with each other, and the word "trust" is even more difficult.
Simply, he believed in Zi'er, and Zi'er also believed in him.
Thinking about this, his heart beat slightly faster.
Looking again, he saw Feng Xizi's pretty face in front of him. He couldn't let go of his eyes and stared at her sleeping face.
He gently felt her breathing, letting her breath warm his face.
The corners of her mouth curled up sweetly, as if she was having a sweet dream.
He watched, and under circumstances beyond his control, the corners of his mouth also quietly raised.
He said softly: "Zi'er, Zi'er..."
"...Zhilan...Zhilan..." Feng Xizi heard some voices in his sleep and subconsciously followed them.
His handsome face was filled with tenderness. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead. Slowly, slowly, he leaned into her ear and whispered softly: "Zi'er, I love you."
A sweet smile overflowed from Feng Xizi's lips, her little head unconsciously rubbed in his arms, and a soft sound escaped her lips, a vague but clear voice.
"Zhilan...love you..."
"Zi'er, Zi'er, Zi'er——"
Mo Zhilan's eyes, eyebrows, and corners of his mouth were all smiling, and his handsome eyes were looking straight at her, taking in everything about her.
【Liu'er】
wrong!
Very wrong!
Ever since Feng Xizi returned to the palace half a month ago, everything has become calm.
Tianche and Loulan made peace and agreed not to break it for a hundred years.
As Loulan retreated, Dongyang gradually became unable to hold on, and the country's demise would be a matter of time.
All right--
In fact, everything is developing in a good direction, but Feng Xizi still feels that something is wrong!
Something is very wrong!!
This thing is - for half a month, she and Mo Zhilan slept in the same bed, but Mo Zhilan was indifferent and didn't touch her at all!
That night, she clearly remembered that he said he wanted to have another little prince with her.
That night, she clearly remembered him saying that he would pamper her and love her forever.
As a result, it’s all tmd nonsense!
Without that, how could she give birth to a child?
Still doting, still loving?
Pamper Ma Yaan and love him!
No matter how I thought about it, it felt wrong. Mo Zhilan clearly liked to torment her in the past. He loved her coquettishness on the bed, and even more loved the way she moaned with emotion.
As a result, I didn't touch her at all after I came back this time.