Those eyes, which are purer than Bambi's, seem to be two warm rays of sunshine, illuminating no matter how gloomy your mood is.
Jun Qi squatted down, sat opposite her, and nodded, "Yes, it's all for you."
"It must have taken a long time to collect them." Xia Qing found a ring box, took out the ruby ring stored in it and threw it aside without mercy, and then took out the grass with a faint lavender aroma with infinite care.
The ring is hidden in it.
Looking at this scene, Jun Qi's heart suddenly became so peaceful. Even the time passing around him seemed to have stopped. "It wasn't a long time, about five years. I didn't look for it specially. I met it and thought it was suitable.
So he bought it and kept it."
"Are you so sure that one day I will receive these gifts?" Her black eyelashes fell and she trembled slightly. Xia Qing did not dare to look into Jun Qi's eyes. A trace of hoarseness appeared out of thin air in her delicate voice.
Jun Qi thought for a while, but after all he couldn't say too many gorgeous and grand words, so he answered honestly, "I didn't think too much, I just thought that maybe one day, maybe..." As long as there is hope, it is worth looking forward to,
Isn't it?
He actually didn't think too much about many things.
Just when the hatred disappeared, there was a faint expectation, hoping that we might meet again one day, hoping that we might still be together, but every time, when he realized this expectation, he would use more intense words.
Means to suppress emotions completely.
He is contradictory.
He was suppressing his attachment to her, thinking that with the passage of time, he could completely strip his love for her from his body.
But I don't think that everything is just in vain.
The final result of suppressing it will become a blowout.
When he returned to the imperial capital and formally met Xia Qing, everything began to get out of control. In the end, he and she came together and became husband and wife.
Xia Qing lowered her head and focused all her attention on sorting out Jun Qi's gifts.
Jun Qi waited for a while and became impatient, "Okay, let's clean it up tomorrow." He found these and gave them to her because he wanted her to be happy, not to see her sadness or tears. If he had known this,
He would rather throw it all away than see her sad.
Xia Qing seemed to have not heard his voice.
Jun Qi finally couldn't help it, and pulled her over, pressing his thin lips against her soft lips.
The passionate kiss suddenly ignited, and everything around seemed to be on fire.
She is not like before, subconsciously avoiding love.
When Jun Qi kissed her, she went up to him without hesitation and kissed her back with the same passion.
He began to pull at her skirt with such force that he could almost hear the desperate howl coming from the silk dress.
She did not hesitate to pull the white bath towel around his waist, wantonly and boldly wanting to carry out the passion to the end.
Who cares where this is.
As long as he loves her and she loves her too, the bright and large floor-to-ceiling windows in the study will seem like heaven.
That day, they made love very late until they were exhausted.
She never asked for details, and he seemed to have no interest in reminiscing about the past.