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Chapter 1972 New Love and Old Love (3)

 Jun Wuchen blinked innocently: "What senior brother? Is it related to this king?"

"Senior brother...?"

Yi Shuiyue looked at him in disbelief. Her beautiful eyes were misty and her delicate features were hidden under the veil. I really felt pity for him.

Many gossips in the hall stared straight-eyed, and the flames of gossip burned in their hearts.

Yun Luo said with a half-smile, "Did you hear me? I'm calling you."

"I didn't hear anything." Seeing Yun Luo's anger getting stronger and stronger, His Highness King Jing secretly thought something was wrong.

If he continues to add fuel to the fire like this, his princess will definitely settle old scores with him...

Therefore, His Highness King Jing made a quick decision, put his arms around Yunluo's waist, and stood side by side with her. He frowned and looked at Yi Shuiyue with displeasure: "Fairy Shuiyue, if you are in need of a senior brother, you can go back to Xianle Palace.

Go look for it, why come to this king to try to make trouble? Make this king and princess displeased?"

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Yi Shuiyue's beautiful eyes widened slightly, feeling that she could not understand the words.

What does it mean that she lacks a senior brother?

What is porcelain?

It was obviously him she called.

Is it because Yun Luo is unhappy that he doesn't even recognize this title?

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Jun Wuchen raised his eyebrows slightly, but the smile in his eyes faded away, and his purple eyes were extremely cold, "I have never been a disciple, so where did I get my junior sister? There is a limit to being sentimental..."

"Brother!"

Yi Shuiyue's soft voice suddenly rose sharply, interrupting Jun Wuchen's words.

She seemed unable to withstand this kind of blow, her slender and graceful body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes were about to cry, and she looked at Jun Wuchen almost pleadingly: "Brother, please, don't be so cruel to Shuiyue..."
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He doesn't have to love her, he doesn't have to put her first in his heart.

She can tolerate all this...

However, the exclusive identity of senior brother and sister is her only exclusive one.

If he denies this, then how should she express the feelings she has carefully hidden in her heart all these years?

"I just tell the truth, how can I be cruel?"

Seeing Yi Shuiyue's pear-shaped eyes with rain in them, Jun Wuchen glanced impatiently, his eyes as if covered with ice.

"I have told you many times, but it seems that you don't take it to heart at all. You have repeatedly provoked my princess. Is it wrong for Luo'er to scold you?"

He never thinks it is shameful for a woman to bravely express her inner love.

However, even though he knew that the other party already had a fiancée and that they were very affectionate, he still shamelessly took the initiative to get involved with her, and even provoked the person he loved again and again.

This doesn’t mean being brave enough to express yourself, it’s just being willing to humble yourself.

When Yi Shuiyue first came out of seclusion, Jun Wuchen still had some tolerance and pity for her because of their past friendship.

But as she provoked Yun Luo again and again, conflicts between him and Luo'er frequently occurred.

After several quarrels.

That little bit of worthless tolerance and pity has long been used up like flying sand.

At this moment.

Jun Wuchen only felt a deep sense of boredom and impatience.

Not to mention Yun Luo's displeasure, Jun Wuchen, who was being pestered endlessly, was also dissatisfied and wished he could kick this troublemaker far away.

Is it over yet?

"Brother, that's not what I meant..."

Yi Shuiyuecang shook his head in panic, bit his red lips under the veil, and tried his best to calm down, "I really have something important to tell my senior brother. She was obviously the one who provoked me first!"


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