Meng Zihan walked forward quickly, his heart was too confused, too confused...
Yan'er's resolute face was deeply imprinted in his heart, and he was afraid. He always felt that his Yan'er was so difficult to understand, and that one day, Yan'er might suddenly disappear from his life.
It seemed that only the sound of heavy footsteps could alleviate the growing fear in his heart. He strode forward, not even daring to look back.
"I'm here to see you, Your Majesty." Wen Ruoyu stepped forward to greet her. When she saw Meng Zihan's livid face clearly, she was slightly startled, and then immediately turned into a proud smile.
"Get up." He sighed heavily. He had no choice but to remain as stubborn as before, unable to decide against her.
Wen Ruoyu smiled charmingly, and her snow arm immediately climbed onto the strong arm, and asked gently: "Your Majesty, what is it that makes you so worried?!"
Meng Zihan remained silent, with no expression on his cold face. Only his heavy breathing showed the ups and downs in his heart.
"Ruofei, I'm warning you, be careful not to play with fire and burn yourself!" Finally, he squeezed out a sentence.
An expression of astonishment suddenly appeared on Wen Ruoyu's beautiful face. Her slender eyes were quickly filled with moisture, and she pretended to look at him with a look of tenderness and pity: "I'm afraid I don't understand what the emperor means."
Meng Zihan remained silent, only his gloomy eyes closed helplessly.
"You understand." After a long sigh, he turned around and walked out.
What happened to him? He knew better than anyone else, but he still insisted on hurting the woman he loved so much!
On one side was the deep guilt that weighed him down, and on the other side was the heartbreaking heartache that broke his heart into thousands of pieces.
Wen Ruoyu fell to the ground blankly, he knew that she did all this!
She understood that he intended to protect her and that he was giving her a chance. But why was there no tenderness on his face anymore?!
What should she do? Does this mean her failure? Should she go next?!
Meng Zihan, all this I did just to get that little bit of love?!
I took a deep breath and slowly drank the cup of tea. The heat immediately filled my chest, but it couldn't warm my cold heart.
I looked out the window silently, seeing the delicate flowers stretched to their fullest extent reflected by the morning sun.
Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view. I turned around slightly and quickly concealed the sadness in my eyes.
"Miss, you have been standing here looking at it for a long time. What are you looking at?!" Xi'er looked at her master in surprise. She really didn't understand. Apart from a tree and a few flower petals, what was there outside the window?
Beautiful!
"I didn't see anything." I smiled back lightly, how could she see the deep pain in my heart?! Forget it...
Xi'er helped me sit down considerately. Her simple eyes were no longer so carefree, but instead were covered with a layer of sadness.
"Miss, do you plan to keep doing this? Xi'er thinks..."
"What do you think?!" I didn't look at her. Except for the child, nothing seemed to make my heart ripple.
I don't know since when, her eyes no longer looked innocent, but instead were full of sorrow and worry.
"Xi'er just thinks that the emperor is quite pitiful. Miss, do you really plan to be so cold to him all the time?!"
"Are you feeling sorry for him?"
I raised my eyes and looked into those eyes as clear as water in a funny way.
"Miss, what are you talking about? Xi'er is doing it for the best for the lady. Although you never complain, Xi'er can see clearly that the lady is not happy either!"
Happy? From the moment I entered the palace, I was destined to have this result!
Happiness is a luxury!
"What do you want from me?" Her words were exactly what I thought.
Even though I have too much to let go of Meng Zihan and too many complaints. But, in the end, one sentence: He is still the father of my child!
Baby, how should I face him?!
When they say Cao Cao is here, Cao Cao is here! While I was concentrating, Meng Zihan was already standing in front of me.
"Yan'er, you're getting better a lot. Have you taken any medicine today?!" Meng Zihan approached me as if to please.
I glanced at him lightly. Over the past four months, he has always been like this, and even his words have become soft-spoken.
His humbleness, instead of making me feel happy, actually gave me a kind of pressure!
"No, the medicine is too bitter!" I looked straight into those deep eyes and smiled for the first time in months.
"Yan'er, you finally smiled!" Meng Zihan was very excited and hugged me tightly happily!
"Okay, you hugged me so hard that I almost couldn't breathe!" I glared at him coquettishly, with a slight smile in the corner of my eyes.
Meng Zihan was stunned, and quickly carried me to the bed, gently letting my head rest on his shoulder, his eyes full of tenderness.
"What are you doing?" I keenly noticed that at some point, he was holding a bowl of medicine in his right hand.
"No, I won't drink it." I looked at him stubbornly...
"What are you doing?" I looked at him in surprise, and saw him take a sip, hold it in his mouth, and frown slightly.
"I told you, it's very painful." I looked at him with some gloating, and couldn't help but laugh.
Meng Zihan still held it in his mouth and kept silent. When I opened my mouth, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed it against my lips, against my teeth, and poured all the medicine in his mouth into my throat.
My eyes widened as the bitter concoction flowed all the way into my stomach along his deft tongue.
"Asshole!" I pushed him away suddenly and wiped the medicine residue from my mouth angrily.
Meng Zihan simply brought the medicine directly to me, smiled mischievously and said, "Do you want to drink it yourself, or do you want me to feed it?!" After saying that, he deliberately winked at me ambiguously.
"I, I'd better drink it myself!" I understand that no one can destroy his persistence.
"Be good!" Meng Zihan fondly touched my hair and gently put the bowl in my hand...
"Okay, finished drinking. Can you go now?!" I glared at him angrily, with the aftertaste of Chinese medicine filling my mouth.
Meng Zihan was silent and just looked at me, his deep eyes full of deep love.
"Yan'er, you can't drive the child's father away mercilessly?!" Meng Zihan suddenly ran to the bed and said coquettishly to me like a child.
"Really?!" I glanced at him funny, this guy is a typical pushover!
"Yan'er..." His soft call was intoxicating to my ears.
"Ah?" I turned around, and unexpectedly my lips were sealed by his, and the long-standing desire burned like fire.
His eyes were gentle and full of longing, which was the stormy need of a man!
His kiss gradually penetrated, and his hand gently clasped my chin, asking for my sweetness with wanton tenderness...
"Meng Zihan..." I whispered softly, and a wave of heat instantly flowed through my body.
The gentle gaze in front of him not only made me fall in love with him, but also the warm and ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread between the two of them.
Until, his big heavy hands quietly reached into the skirt of my clothes, and their slender fingers teasingly covered my slightly swollen plumpness.
"Meng Zihan!" I was shocked, and my remaining sense forced me to push him away.
"Shhh... I understand what you are worried about. Don't worry, I will be very careful."
He breathed gently into my ear, and his long fingers unknowingly took off the clothes on my body.
God, I gasped suddenly, showing myself so nakedly in front of him made me a little timid.
I followed his gaze downwards, and there was a bulge in the middle of the snow-white body. It was the most sacred time for a woman, but it was also the most embarrassing stage.
Because of her pregnancy, her originally slender body suddenly became fuller, and her petite round shape became swollen a lot. Two small red plums stood proudly in the white snow.
"Meng Zihan..." I crossed my arms and tried to hide it shyly, feeling a little inferior in my heart.
"Yan'er, it doesn't matter. Call me Han..."
His gentle eyes looked into my weakness, making me addicted to it...
"Relax!" Meng Zihan gently moved my hands to both sides, and his dense kisses gradually fell on the bulging belly...
"Yan'er, are you awake?!" His voice was as light as a feather floating across the lake.
"Yes." I said lazily. His naked and strong chest was staring closely at my smooth back. The wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact made me blush involuntarily.
His hand suddenly touched my lower abdomen. His fingertips seemed to have been electrocuted, and he slowly rubbed them...
"Meng Zihan." I couldn't help but groan, and quickly grabbed his hand that moved downward.
"Okay, go to sleep..." Finally, he gave up, his soft voice revealing the sound of desire that he had deliberately suppressed.
"Han, do you like boys or girls?" I turned around with difficulty and met his gentle eyes.
As soon as the words came out, even I felt a little speechless.
"It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's yours!" Meng Zihan chuckled, his tender eyes full of doting.
I glared at him helplessly. It was as if I hadn't said this, but a warm current flowed through my heart.
Now, he doesn't look like a tyrant who dominates the world at all. Instead, he looks like an ordinary man, guarding his wife and children!
I once thought that a tyrant could care nothing and disdain anything! He didn’t care about women and children, and they had no real meaning to him.
However, he was different. I could clearly see in his eyes that he was happy, touched, and even a little satisfied.
"Meng Zihan, do you think we will last forever?" I leaned my head on his chest, and his even breathing slowly fell on my face.
His body trembled suddenly, and I could feel that his breathing became rapid for a moment...
"Yes, I will. What about you? Will you leave me?!" His hands tightened around my body, his voice trembled slightly, he was afraid.
I raised my head and met his deep eyes. They were as calm as water.
"Unless you break my heart one day, then I will leave you without hesitation!"
I met his gaze persistently and firmly, knowing that I had no choice.
Rather than letting love linger in such a humble state, I would rather cut it off with a knife.