That thin body came into view, and Yan Ying's heart finally fell back to its original position. He saw her hugging her knees and curling up in the corner, pitifully like an abandoned child.
His anger immediately disappeared, and he jumped up and down in search of her, unable to rest for several hours. He wished he could bloodbath the Zixia Palace and smash all the minions who had lost her to pieces, and all his resentment was gone.
Now I just want to hug her. On such a cold night, wearing thin clothes, she must be as cold as a piece of ice.
And he had just accumulated a lot of heat to share with her.
As early as three years ago, he should have honestly acknowledged Yaoyao's prophecy, but he was stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat easily.[
After coming back in a circle, the ending is still not the same. God will always stand by Yaoyao's side, and every word she said came true in the end.
This little thing should be his, and the destined woman cannot resist him no matter what.
He admitted it. Even if Yan Chuyao was allowed to be proud again in parallel time and space, it would not matter. He had never had the upper hand since he was a child. He struggled to resist Wen Ruoruo's attraction and stayed away from her against his own heart. Such a life
It makes more sense to be stumped.
Yaoyao wanted him to be happy, and Ruoruo was the one she exchanged for him, so he had to be happy with Ruoruo.
He walked firmly towards the belief that he had finally discovered, and there was no hesitation in his calm mind. The ring in his hand seemed to exude a silent call, green and jade fingers, a peerless beauty, his baby, his concubine.
"Ruoruo, let's go home!" Yan Ying's hot lips were imprinted on the top of her head. Yan Ying picked her up and used the light and heat from his body to dispel the uneasiness that enveloped her.
Something seems to have changed.
............
Something is wrong, very wrong!
Wrapped in a quilt, sitting cross-legged on the familiar bedside, Ruoruo swept away the embarrassment and desolation she had felt not long ago, her eyes widened, and she watched the gentle-faced Yan Ying patiently clean the solidified wounds on her palms, sprinkle the most
The good gold sore medicine was finally wrapped in a white cloth and tied with a small bow on Ruoruo's wrist.