"That's what you said unilaterally, I didn't agree!" Xi Muyun yelled in frustration.
"Then you want me to go back with you, so it's not unilateral?" Ju Qing argued, "I make the decisions in my world, so don't try to interfere with my freedom. Also, I don't care about the princess, what do you want?
Go to whoever you want to do it with, but don’t go to me anyway.”
Xi Muyun suddenly felt that something sounded in his heart, as if something was broken.
"Qing'er, don't you understand yet?" Xi Muyun closed her eyes, her heart ached and hurt, "In my heart, there is only you, and there can be no other woman."
Ju Qing's body trembled: "Humph, a man's words cannot be trusted."
"Then how can you trust me?"
"No need. You are you and I am me. I have made it very clear." Ju Qing hated the feeling of being out of control. She hoped that Xi Muyun would get out immediately so that she could return to normal.
Xi Muyun's eyes flashed and he suddenly let go of Ju Qing's hand.
He pointed to his chest: "Because of you, this place hurts very much."
"Forget me, it won't hurt anymore." Ju Qing turned around to leave.
Xi Muyun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Yes, if you forget it, it won't hurt anymore. But what should I do if I can't forget it? It's already engraved in my heart. Unless I dig out my heart!"
Ju Qing's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she turned around just in time to see a cold light flash by.
She subconsciously rushed forward and when she held the handle of the knife, the sharp dagger had already pierced Xi Muyun's chest. Bright red blood flowed out along the dagger and soon dyed his satin robe red.
"You...are forcing me?" Ju Qing glared at Xi Muyun with red eyes.
Xi Muyun just smiled bitterly: "No, I'm forcing myself. I can't forget you, and it's impossible to get you. I can't think of any other way except death."
"Go away, don't die in front of my mother." Ju Qing's eyes flashed with tears, and she kicked Xi Muyun out with a flying kick.
The dagger in his hand had already fallen into Ju Qing's hand.
The next moment, Ju Qing threw the dagger to the ground and flew into the room. Then there was a banging sound, and in the blink of an eye, Ju Qing had closed the doors and windows tightly, not wanting to pay attention to anyone else's posture.
Xi Muyun, who was kicked out and fell to the ground, suddenly reached out and wiped his face.
Something hot and wet followed his palm and quietly left his face.
He sat on the ground for a while, then suddenly got up and left.
The wind picked up at this time, making the doors and windows rattle.
In Murong Xitian's bedroom, the fun has just begun. As the clothes fall off one by one, Murong Xitian's movements become more and more bold, and Xia Ziluo's tenderness and shyness are like water...
"boom--"
Suddenly there was a sound and the door was kicked open.
Before anyone could come in, Murong Xitian immediately pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself and Xia Ziluo tightly: "Xin Jifeng, you..."
"Xitian, I'm leaving." The cold voice was not Xin Jifeng's.
Murong Xitian was stunned: "Xi Muyun? Damn, are you and Xin Jifeng colluding to play tricks on me?"
"Xin Jifeng? He came to the princess for help, right? It's great that lovers finally get married." Xi Muyun swept away the cool and mean look of the past, and even the domineering aura of the king seemed to have disappeared.
At this moment, he is just a depressed and lovelorn man.
