The corners of Xuan Du's lips moved slightly, and he finally said: "No, since your brother has come to pick you up in person, I won't go to the capital. I don't like prosperous places."
Yuan Jiahe listened to his words and looked slightly startled. It turned out that he was willing to go to the capital to see her back, but now that her royal brother is here, he doesn't need him to see her off.
Since he doesn't like the prosperity of the capital, how can she force it?
Yuan Jiahe lowered his eyes and slowly let go of his hand: "Okay then, I'm going to rest first when I'm tired. You should also rest early."
She turned around and went into the inner room and lay down on the bed.
Xuan Du stood there and looked at the hand that she had just taken. Her warmth was still on it, creeping up to his heart little by little along his fingertips.
He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the soft couch outside, and kept turning the string of sandalwood beads in his hand.
However, the Heart-Calming Mantra that had been engraved in his mind for a long time could not calm him down this time. He opened his eyes and watched the candles in the room burn out bit by bit until he fell into darkness.
Xuan Du sat in the darkness for a long time before lying down with his clothes on. However, he couldn't fall asleep. When he closed his eyes, there was always a figure lingering in his mind.
He was in deep torment, and he didn't know how long it had passed before he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the inner room.
Xuan Du opened his eyes, and in the moonlight saw Yuan Jiahe walking out with bare feet and green hair. He was shocked and hurriedly sat up and called out: "A Luan, what's wrong with you?"
Yuan Jiahe came over and asked, "But did I wake you up?"
Xuan Du shook his head: "It's so late, why are you still not sleeping?"
"I'm so scared that I can't sleep. When I close my eyes, I always think of today's assassination."
Yuan Jiahe climbed onto his soft couch as he spoke, reached out and tugged on his sleeves and asked softly: "Can I sleep with you?"
Xuan Du was startled by her words. He looked at her pretty little face under the moonlight. His breathing was a little messy for a moment, and even his voice became a little hoarse: "It's not appropriate. Don't you know whether men and women can kiss each other?"
Yuan Jiahe said: "But no one knows."
"Aluan."
Xuandu sighed. He wanted to tell her that this was not a question of whether others knew or not, but a question of principle. It was already inappropriate for a girl like her to stay in the same room with him for many days, so how could she sleep in the same bed with him?
But before he could say anything, Yuan Jiahe suddenly reached out and hugged his waist: "But I'm really scared."
Xuandu: "..."
He was completely defeated by her, and he forgot all about the persistence in his heart during this hug, and all the secular concepts about the defense between men and women, because he knew that after tonight, he and she would never go back to the past.
Xuandu convinced himself that he would be willful this time. He gently patted Yuan Jiahe's back and coaxed her in a low voice: "Go to sleep, I will watch over you."
Yuan Jiahe stuck his head out and looked at him and asked, "Xuandu, will you marry and have children in the future?"
Xuandu has never thought about this problem. He entered this mortal world just to experience the word love, but no one told him what he was experiencing now.
What kind of existence is this girl in front of him to him?