Jun Buli grew up in the capital, and as the heir apparent, there was no reason to hide his appearance.
Moreover, Yun Luo had spent a lot of time with him, and his face was real, with no trace of disguise.
As for Jun Wuchen... let alone that.
He is the direct prince of the late empress. He grew up in the Cangyun Kingdom since he was a child. The traces of his growth are clear and he is definitely a human race.
How is it possible to become a demon clan out of thin air?
Yun Luo knew clearly in her heart, but she couldn't explain these reasons to Jun Wuchen.
Xiao Mo’s identity is not yet to the point where I can be honest with him.
So...
Yun Luo lowered his eyes, "Because five years ago, I did give birth to a child. He didn't die. I lied to you."
She lied to him more than this.
Jun Wuchen remained calm, "So?"
"That child... grew up by my side, but I hid him outside without bringing him back. Buli has been in the capital since he was a child, growing up by your side. He can't be my child."
The clouds fall to the beginning.
Jun Wuchen's eyes were heavy, he pinched her chin and forced her lowered face to turn around.
"Then what do you mean when you tell me this?"
Yun Luo wanted to break away from his hand, but found that he squeezed it tightly and did not allow her to avoid it.
The unhappiness she was holding back in her heart also came up, so she just looked at him like this.
"Aren't you always looking for the mother you can't live without?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you say that she is the only wife in this life?"
"Yes."
He answered concisely and without hesitation.
Yun Luo's eyes froze, and inexplicable grievances surged up along with anger.
She suddenly pulled his hand away and stood up from his arms.
"So I told you, you got the wrong person, I am not your never-ending mother."
Jun Wuchen propped up his chin and looked at her hair in a funny way, "So?"
"So keep looking for her!"
Yun Luo became angry when he saw his disapproving look, dropped these words angrily, turned around and left.
Before I even took two steps, my wrist was grabbed.
Yun Luo stopped and grabbed his hand hard, "Let go!"
"Don't let go." Jun Wuchen reached out and pulled her back into his arms, turning her over and pressing her on the bed.
Yun Luo punched him without politeness.
Jun Wuchen reacted quickly and held her fist, laughing: "So cruel? You will hit me in the face with one punch."
"Let go!"
Yun Luo was lying on the bed, her long hair spread all over the bed.
The man's shadow cast over her body, making her slim, weak, and petite.
It's just that the beauty is petite, but the fire in her eyes is not small.
He was about to be kicked right before his eyes.
Jun Wuchen pressed his long legs to catch her rebellious leg in time, then pinched her wrist and pinned it to the bed, pressing her tightly with his body.
Yun Luo was suppressed in an instant, unable to move his hands or feet. Only a pair of eyes stared at him with blazing anger.
Jun Wuchen clicked his tongue and said, "You woman, can't you be more obedient and submissive? Do you have to listen to me if I talk to you like this?"
He still has the nerve to talk about her?
Yun Luo's eyes were filled with anger, and she did not argue with him, but tried her best to break free from his oppression.
Jun Wuchen had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.
If she breaks free now, she will have to blow him up.
He quickly suppressed her hands and feet, kissed her angry eyes, and coaxed her in a good voice, "Okay, don't be angry, I am just joking with you."
"Whoever is joking with you, let go!"
Yun Luo didn't listen to his sweet words, and his eyes burned.
Jun Wuchen kissed her again and asked with a smile, "It's okay to let go, but you promise not to do anything?"