Her voice was very low, as if she was not angry at all, full of loneliness.

Duanmu Ming's body stiffened obviously. He tightened her body, put his chin on her shoulder, and covered his chest with his right hand. His voice was a little hoarse: "Xi'er, why do you think so? I feel so painful."

Jun Qianxi's lips curled up, and there was a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Duanmu Ming answered without hesitation, "If I really want to say qualifications, I am not qualified."

Jun Qianxi suddenly became quiet and waited for him to explain.

But the person behind him did not speak anymore.

She was angry, and he couldn't take this opportunity to explain clearly and let her eliminate the inferiority complex in her heart?

"Xi'er, you are starting to worry about gains and losses. Does this mean that you have mine in your heart?" Duanmu Ming rubbed her face intimately, "Xiao Xi'er, I swear that as long as I'm here, my Xi'er is responsible for smiling like a flower. So, how can you let those annoying chores harass you? If you frowned because of these things, I will hurt here."

As he said, he held Jun Qianxi's hand on his chest, with a little sadness on his face: "Xi'er, whether in the past, present or in the future, you are the only one in my heart or beside me. Believe me!"

Under the moonlight, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, his long black hair was neatly standing up, and the bangs on his forehead fell down because of his bow, leaving a layer of shadow on his face.

His curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was infinite sadness in his eyes.

At this time, he was not the popular His Highness of the Ming Dynasty, but just an ordinary man begging for the trust of his beloved woman.

Jun Qianxi had never seen him look so depressed. He seemed to be a fragile porcelain doll. With just one word of her, she would become fragmented.

She lowered her eyes and covered the throbbing in her eyes.

"Xi'er, I don't ask you for anything else, as long as you promise to let me protect you."

His low voice lingers in her ears and hits straight into the deepest part of her heart.

"Duanmu Ming, what can I do?" Her voice trembled slightly, and a light of water rippled in her eyes.

Her chin was gently raised, and her face was so stunning.

Duanmu Ming curled his lips slightly and gently wrote a kiss on her thin lips: "What kind of virtue is that I can actually meet you."

The snowflakes suddenly became anxious at this moment, Jun Qianxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a few tears fell.

At this time, a powerful spiritual pressure rose from under their feet.

"Ming'er, it's fine if you don't pay me a favor when you come to the Snow Mountain Sect. You'll destroy my ban and trample on my Snow Mountain Sect's palace. You also brought a woman of unknown origin to kiss me and me in front of me. You are becoming more and more ruthless."

This pleasant voice sounded, and the expression on Duanmu Ming's face became cold and harsh as ever: "Please give you my respect? From the moment you threw me into the thunder pool, we had nothing to do with you."

He said, slapped his palm under him, and the hall under his feet was shattered by this powerful force.

"Others take your Snow Mountain Sect seriously, in my eyes, you are nothing."
Chapter completed!