Jun Qingjue didn't let her leave and left her alone. With a thought, strength emerged and he dried the wet dress of the little woman in his arms, and then also dried the flowing blue hair.
"Yan'er, be good, sleep peacefully, I'm here."
Before, I had never noticed that she was afraid of this kind of weather or thunder. It could be said that she was even a little scared.
As cold and arrogant as she is, as lively as her, as smart as her, and as powerful as her, no one would have thought that such a person would be afraid of such thunderstorm weather.
The violent storm outside the window continued with no intention of stopping, and the thunder was deafening.
With Jun Qingjue's company and feeling the warmth coming from the man's body, Mu Qingyan's heart gradually calmed down and she was no longer nervous and afraid.
"Daddy, am I afraid of heavy rain and thunder? Am I useless?" She really couldn't overcome this.
Rather than overcoming it, it is better to say it is pain from the depths of the soul.
The man rubbed her hair gently. She didn't want to say it, and he didn't want to force her: "No, Yan'er is very powerful."
The cold little hands were in the man's robe and pressed against his skin, enjoying the burning heat. The little hands were no longer so cold and slowly became warm. Mu Qingyan simply put the other one in:
"The thunderstorm tonight is probably not going to stop."
Even though he was there, she could still hear every deafening sound of thunder that seemed to tear the sky apart, and she still couldn't let go in her heart.
Jun Qingjue also understands that some knots and things cannot be let go so easily.
"Will daddy marry another woman in the future?" Mu Qingyan buried her head in his chest and asked what was in her heart.
Jun Qingjue answered firmly: "No."
"Daddy will always be by Yan'er's side. If you marry other women, I will kill them all until you don't marry them anymore." The woman's voice was cold, with a trace of murderous intent in it, which was telling Jun.
Qingjue, she was not kidding.
"If you marry one and kill the other, you have to ask me if I am willing to marry. If I don't marry, where will you find someone to kill?" This little girl is becoming more and more cute.
Mu Qingyan ignored him and directly wrapped her hands around his waist inside his robe and hugged him: "Will daddy not get a wife in the future?"
This time, Jun Qingjue did not answer directly. Instead, he looked down at her and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Yes."
Hearing the affirmation in his voice, Mu Qingyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of coldness between her eyebrows: "It doesn't matter, I will kill her."
She will never allow other women to share her father's love.
Seeing the strong and domineering look in his arms, Jun Qing was not angry, but very happy. He couldn't help but have the thought of teasing her: "Okay, if you can kill yourself, I will be with you for the rest of your life."
I won’t take another wife.”
Mu Qingyan was angry, stretched out her hand and squeezed his waist hard, raised her eyes and stared at him: "We will die together."
It doesn't matter who dies first.
Listening to the woman's seemingly casual words, it made Jun's heart ripple slightly, creating ripples.
People like them have very long lives and can be said to never perish.
But when he heard her say this, he heard the sound of his own heartbeat, and the melody of his heart beat slightly faster.