It doesn't matter if you don't want to coax her. Yan Rong's mouth was full of sweet love words, and Zhuye Tong's body was shaking like chaff. She was just crying, hoarse, as if she wanted to vent all the pressure she had endured in the past two months.
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Yan Rong's new robe was scrapped under his wife's tears. He caressed the back of her head helplessly and patted her back gently to help her calm down.
How could he not be moved by someone who was willing to accompany him to death? How many lifetimes had he, Yan Rong, cultivated in such a way?
"My dear daughter-in-law, do you think I was a good person in my last life? I built bridges and built roads. I was always present wherever there was danger. I had nothing to do all day long. My biggest hobby was walking in the streets.
Helping others, even Yan Rong's page in the merit book of the Lord of Hell is as thick as a brick."
Zhuye Tong burst out laughing with tears in her eyes. Is that still Yan Rong? It is more like his character to tear down roads and bridges and stretch his legs wherever there is fun.[
He has nothing to do with good people.
Yan Rong calmly used her mood transfer technique, wiped her face clean with her sleeves, and took out a bottle of homemade ointment from the medicine box to help her apply it around her eye sockets. The redness and swelling soon dissipated, and the tightness returned to normal.
Delicate skin.
"My little pupils are the most beautiful when they are not crying. Our daughter-in-law is the black peony who was loved by everyone in the world and praised by gods. She is arrogant and cool, and is not suitable for the style of pear blossoms with rain. However, this time
It’s no wonder that Xiaotong lost her golden beans, it’s because her husband was too reckless.
Now, please let me solemnly apologize to you for causing worry to the princess and the queen, and making the young man panic." He blinked and smiled ambiguously, "When you return to the room later, let me undress and undress the queen, and provide you with full service.
How about compensating for the psychological harm you suffered?"
After spitting on the ground, Zhuye Tong no longer had the intention to cry. The more she spoke, the more outrageous she became. Yan Rong was very thick-skinned. The boudoir matters of couple's fun were always said as a matter of course, as calm as eating, sleeping, and going to the latrine.
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She couldn't do it, so she wisely shut up and didn't let him have the opportunity to say more sensational words.