After retiring from the engagement, God of War was criticized crazily for him to be soft and hard Chapter 243 Implement the relationship between the wife and the husband
Chapter 243 Implement the relationship between the wife and the husband
Mo Jingyu made a surprising statement: "Shall we confirm the relationship between the wife and the husband?"
Chu Qingwan tensed up her nerves instantly: "My lord, do you know what you are talking about?"
Mo Jingyu could guess her expression at the moment from her tone of voice. She must be frowning, her pupils were trembling, she was surprised and confused, and she thought he was crazy.
Mo Jingyu explained: "Don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you for the time being."
The word "temporarily" is very subtle, but Chu Qingwan didn't bother to think about it at this time: "What does the prince mean?"
Mo Jingyu said: "I told you before coming here that this trip will be dangerous."
"The news that I have gone to Ruicheng in person on orders has already spread. The closer we get to Ruicheng, the more cautious we must be. Therefore, in order to deceive others, we have to pretend to be husband and wife."
Chu Qingwan understood clearly: "You want to investigate secretly?"
Mo Jingyu was unconvinced.
Chu Qingwan didn't understand: "Why do we have to be husband and wife? I can pretend to be your maid."
Mo Jingyu said sincerely: "Others can tell at a glance that you are either rich or noble, how can they believe that you are a maid?"
Chu Qingwan's lips curved slightly: "Are you praising me, Your Majesty?"
Mo Jingyu admitted generously and said: "Since we have to pretend to be husband and wife, we have to change the title of prince."
Chu Qingwan asked: "Then what should I call you?"
Mo Jingyu blurted out: "Husband."
Chu Qingwan said without hesitation: "No!"
Mo Jingyu felt a little regretful, but he didn't force her. He let her think of something by herself, and then she said consciously: "How about I call you Wan Wan?"
No one had ever called Chu Qingwan that. For some reason, when these two words came out of his mouth, she felt a secret ambiguity.
Chu Qingwan's cheeks felt unsatisfactorily hot. She pulled the quilt to cover it up and said in a low voice, "It's up to you."
Mo Jingyu raised the corners of his mouth in a great mood.
Both of them couldn't sleep. After the two of them made an agreement, they talked about the banditry in Ruicheng again and again.
The bright moon sank below the treetops, and there was gradually no movement at one end of the screen. Chu Qingwan called twice in succession, but no one responded.
The sound of even breathing rose and fell, and Mo Jingyu actually fell asleep before her.
Chu Qingwan muttered something in a low voice, yawned, hugged the quilt and closed her eyes.
Drowsily, she seemed to hear some noise, which pulled her out of her dream intermittently.
"Don't touch me...go away-"
The sudden loud shout made Chu Qingwan open his eyes.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, followed the source of the sound, and walked to the bed.
Mo Jingyu's eyes were closed tightly, cold sweat was covering his forehead, and he was mumbling nonsense. He was obviously in a nightmare.
"Don't...I'm not...stop talking..."
Chu Qingwan remembered that he said he couldn't sleep well at night, so she specially prepared a sleeping pill bag for him. However, she didn't see that thing during this trip, so she thought she forgot to bring it.
A person trapped in a nightmare cannot be easily woken up, otherwise he will always remember everything in the dream and find it difficult to let go.
Chu Qingwan saw more and more cold sweat on Mo Jingyu's forehead, and used the moonlight to twist a handkerchief to wipe it for him.
Unexpectedly, I met him, and my wrist was suddenly grabbed, followed by a majestic words: "Get out!"
Chu Qingwan thought he was awake, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that he still had his eyes closed and showed no signs of waking up.
She tried to pull her hand away, but failed. Regardless of whether he could hear it or not, she bent down and comforted her softly: "Your Majesty, it's okay, it's just a dream. Don't be afraid. Can you let go of me?"
Mo Jingyu clenched tighter and tighter.
Chu Qingwan had no choice but to squat down by the couch and pat him gently, like coaxing a child: "It's okay, it's okay..."
I don't know whether it was the comfort that worked, or whether it was the sense of security that held her hand, but Mo Jingyu slowly calmed down, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Chu Qingwan watched him for a long time. In the second half of the night, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and slid to the ground, resting his head on his arms and fell asleep like that.