Zhenliang was startled, and suddenly thought that she heard wrongly. Most people would guess the second half of Nangong Lie's words after hearing the first half of Nangong Lie's words. They were usually full of sympathy or expressing doubts, but Nangong Lie directly told her
came to a strange conclusion.
He said it would be a good thing if her face was covered entirely with brown spots.
Really want to pry open his head and take a look, what is inside his head? How can his ideas be so different?
This time, Zhenliang really couldn't keep silent any longer and asked unceremoniously, "Is the emperor cursing me or making fun of me?"
Nangong Lie did not answer, but asked calmly, "Are you afraid that you will become uglier and uglier, and no man will dare to want you again? Even looking at you is a luxury?"
Zhenliang glared at him angrily and replied, "I am not afraid of becoming more and more ugly, but I don't want to become like that."
Which woman likes to become uglier and uglier? Unless she is a fool.
Nangong Lie asked deliberately, "What do you not want to become? Do you not want to become more and more ugly, or do you not want to be disliked by all men?"
Zhenliang thought for a while and told the truth, "I don't even want to."
If the brown spots on her face continue to grow larger and cover her entire face, it will reach a point where even she cannot accept herself. In that case, let alone that it is impossible for another man to like her, even if he likes her
, she would not allow herself to accept him.
As a woman, it doesn't matter that she doesn't have a beautiful face. What matters is that the face she has is completely unsightly. Therefore, she doesn't want to be sorry for any man or offend any man's heart.
Nangong Liejun's face gradually darkened, and he suddenly let go of Zhenliang's hands, held her shoulders, looked directly into her eyes and said, "I would rather you become uglier and uglier. In that case, I am the only one in this world who dares to do it."
You, only I can afford you."
Although these words were full of selfishness and domineering, more like words spoken out of anger when angry, Zhenliang was moved after hearing them.
If these words came from his sincerity, how deep should his feelings for her be?
No, Zhenliang immediately denied it. Nangong Lie had so many women in his heart, and his feelings for her would definitely not be deep.
But if it didn't come from his sincerity, why would he tell such lies that seemed like a curse but were actually endearing?
Today it was she who wanted something from him, not him who felt guilty about her. Therefore, he had no reason to tell her lies to make her happy.
Unable to tell the difference between true and false, let alone his sincerity, Zhenliang did not delve into the truth and falsehood, right or wrong. If he couldn't understand, he didn't think about it. He was just purely intoxicated by Nangong Lie's domineering words.
I have to admit that she really enjoyed listening to it, very much.
Perhaps, every woman likes to hear it, no matter whether she loves the man who said these words or not, or whether he loves her or not, even if she actually doesn't want to become ugly.
Under such intoxication, my already burning heart felt like it was being gently squeezed by a hand, and my really cold heart was so soft that it was a mess.
At the same time, slightly hot tears fell from his eyes, not because he was sad, but because he was crying with joy.
Nangong Lie looked at Zhenliang who was crying, and was a little dumbfounded. He thought to himself, could it be that he said that she was getting uglier, so she was sad? Or was she so angry that she cried?
It seems that she is not that kind of fragile woman.
Nangong Lie was thinking about how to redeem what he had already said, when Zhenliang choked and said, "Your Majesty, can you say it again?"
"Say it again?" Nangong Lie was confused. Could it be that this woman was made stupid by him?
Zhenliang thought that Nangong Lie was unwilling to repeat what he had already said, and complained, "A miser, it's rare for you to say something nice, but you don't cherish it. It's really annoying."
These words are full of complaints, but also full of joyful coquettishness.
Nangong Lie finally understood why Zhenliang burst into tears. Could it be that she was moved by him?
Surprise filled his heart. Nangong Lie stretched out his hands to wipe away Zhenliang's tears. However, the more hurriedly he wiped away, the more hastily the tears fell.
In desperation, Nangong Lie moved his handsome face towards Zhenliang's cheek, ignoring the obvious brown spots on the tears, and couldn't help but kiss the salty tears into his mouth.
For the first time, he knew that the salty taste of tears could be so delicious that he wanted to eat it again.
No longer because of the lack of help, Zhenliang did not refuse Nangong Lie's intimacy with him simply because he did not want to refuse.
The tears seemed to be no longer hers. She wanted to tell them to stop falling, but instead they fell more joyfully.
This was also the first time she knew that tears of joy could have such great energy and quantity.
Unknowingly, those tears had no time to be kissed away by Nangong Lie, and many of them flowed down, occasionally falling on her lips, and she sucked them into her mouth.
Nangong Lie's kiss chased a few teardrops that rolled down quickly, and naturally chased her lips.
When their lips are pressed together, no matter which lip they are, they don't seem to want to separate.
The kiss that started with a salty taste spread passionately between each other's lips and teeth. Gradually, there were no more tears, no more saltiness, only endless sweetness.
Zhenliang closed her eyes, couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes, and took the initiative to lean against Nangong Lie's chest, handing over most of the weight that she could no longer support to Nangong Lie without any grudges.
Nangong Lie's solid chest carries the softness and fragrance unique to women, and her heart is infinitely rippling.
"Your Majesty..." Vaguely, haphazardly, and in a daze, Zhenliang realized his own absurdity, and tried to wake himself up by calling him. It was best to ask Nangong Lie to stop, let go of her, and stay away from her.
However, instead of stopping, letting go, and staying away, Nangong Lie kissed her more passionately, only kissing her.
In between gasping for breath, he confided to Zhenliang in an almost hoarse sexy voice, "I'm waiting for you to come back."
Although he only said five words, Zhenliang felt that he added a thousand words with kisses at the end, to the effect that: you must come back, come back to me.
Zhenliang knew that she should refuse, but by some strange coincidence, a simple but clear word escaped from her throat, "Yeah."
In her opinion, this was just her casual moaning sound, but to Nangong Lie's ears, it sounded as beautiful as the sound of nature.
He begged her and she promised him. How beautiful this was, only he could feel it.
Holding Zhenliang's soft and fragrant body tightly, Nangong Lie thought of the temporary separation tomorrow and really didn't want to separate for a moment.
He really wanted to take back Cheng's life and not allow her to step out of the palace, but for their future, he knew that he must give Zhenliang a chance to breathe.
Therefore, he is perfecting himself in the same way that he is perfecting her.
