It was obviously just a normal question, but at this moment, the man was pressing on her.
Chu Qingge's aura suddenly became chaotic and became a complete mess.
"Do you believe me? Resurrection of a dead body?" This kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can believe.
Feng Liye narrowed her eyes and stared at her face, which was flushed due to the swell of alcohol.
"You must not be the original Chu Qingge, otherwise..."
Otherwise, he would only be disgusted with her, and how could he have any pity or concern for her?
But he didn't say the rest.
Qingge seemed to understand.
After a while, the smell of alcohol in her eyes became even more dense and difficult to distinguish.
He murmured a little, and his words were light and airy, but he seemed to be complaining: "...the original owner was strangled to death by you, and I was the one who was the one that night."
The breath of windy night warmed me instantly.
It was like finally seeing the long-lost sunshine in winter.
It's her, it's her!
It's really her!
The woman he wants has always been her!
Even though he was drugged and unconscious that night, he still cared.
Tonight, Chu Qingge's words "It's me" instantly untied the knot in his mind that he had felt for many days.
"Why does the prince look so happy? Do you really hope it's me?" She wanted to laugh.
In fact, a smile was already spreading on his lips.
That is, the feeling of being in a good mood.
Feng Liye stared at her with lowered eyes.
Those two thin raised lips were very close.
How should I put it, I still don’t understand the depth of my feelings for her, but I just don’t want to give her up to any man.
"Write a letter of reconciliation to Mu Bai." He suddenly said.
"Do you care?" In fact, in Qingge's heart, the matter of getting married to Mu Bai was completely out of the question.
But she and Feng Liye did indeed get married.
"I don't care." He wanted her to be his wife.
Qingge bit her lip and said nothing. Feng Liye became anxious: "If I don't write, I will kill you now!"
This was said in a somewhat angry tone.
"..." This was a bit unexpected.
Is the prince jealous?
But she just didn't want to fulfill his wish: "I'm so tired after drinking. I don't have the energy to go back. How should I write?"
"What's so difficult about this?" Feng Liye suddenly rolled off her body and picked her up.
After a few jumps back and forth, the person returned to the bedroom and placed her on the chair.
Qingge smiled and was a little unsteady in her chair.
As soon as he fell, he fell on top of him again.
"Don't play dead for me, write now, otherwise, I will keep my word." Kill her!
The pen was thrust into Chu Qingge's hand, but she still stared at him fearlessly: "I can't write."
"What do you say, what do you write?"
"I haven't asked Mu Bai for his opinion yet." These words were even bolder.
Feng Liye almost wanted to strangle her to death again. This woman was born to make him angry.
"His consent is not required!"
He spread out the paper and stood in front of her with a cold face: "Write quickly!"
Without He Lishu, I always feel like something is missing.
I could pretend not to care before, but tonight, probably because of drinking, I started to care a lot.
Chu Qingge couldn't defeat him.
However, she had never taken her so-called marriage with Mu Bai seriously.
There is no such feeling between them.
There seems to be no difference whether he writes or not.
She rolled her eyes: "How to write?"
Feng Liye's cold words hit her head: "I, Chu Qingge, want to make peace with you."
