Murong Qingshuang's face became less sad, but she only nodded lightly, "Thank you for them."
I still slept in the same room as yesterday.
And Yuwen Longxiang wanted to satisfy his dissatisfaction again and again.
She has never figured out what this person wants, and it seems that he has no intention of giving her any hints.
I was so exhausted from thinking about it that I finally fell asleep directly from exhaustion.[
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt a little different.
In the past two years, she has been accustomed to sleeping by herself and waking up alone.
Now when I wake up, I am already in a hug that won't let go.
This is a solid chest that all women hope for, as it can give them everything they want, as well as protection.
Most women hope that a prince will protect them so that they can only indulge in the sweetness of being protected.
Unfortunately, that kind of fantasy is always a too perfect fantasy. Most of the time, the reality is that when the prince leaves, the princess's world collapses.
They have never thought about how to protect themselves when no one protects them.
Murong Qingshuang never thought that she was a princess, and naturally she did not need the prince's salvation.
All she has done is how can she make herself better when no one is around her.
She looked at the man who seemed to be still sleeping for a moment. At this time, he didn't have any complicated thoughts, unpredictable thoughts, and a look in his eyes that made her want to escape but not want to avoid it.
There is nothing now, just a truly ordinary moment.
This delusion was really strange, because she never thought of him as an ordinary person.
He moved, lazily opened his eyes, and looked at the pair of eyes that looked at him strangely.
She stood up immediately, arched her legs, supported her head on her hands, and her long hair hung around her.
"Can I go out today?" She held her head and her voice was muffled.
Yuwen Longxiang stood up slowly and said softly, "Unfortunately, it can't be done. You know I will never let down my guard against you."
She turned her head, "But I'm not a prisoner."
He chuckled and shook his head, stroking her hair, "But your little cunning makes people unable to guard against it."
Murong Qingshuang frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and slowly moved in his direction, "Are you so worried about me?" [
