She lay on the pillow and waited quietly for him to wake up. When he woke up, she had a question to ask him.
She seemed to have been thinking about this question for a long time, and now she just wanted to get an answer from him. However, she hesitated, should she ask, what if it wasn't the answer she wanted? Would she be disappointed?
The beautiful eyebrows of the man beside him furrowed slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.
He looked totally defenseless when he just woke up, his eyes were half-closed, and he even chirped twice.
"Morning." He greeted lazily, reaching out and rubbing her head. "Does it still hurt?"
Zhong Yuxi lay closer to him, "It still hurts a little."
"I'll rub it for you."
She quickly and cautiously avoided it. Maybe rubbing it would turn into doing it, so she wouldn't be fooled.
"Hey, madman, I want to ask you a question."
She didn’t know which book she read from. When a man wants to have sex with you, he will agree to it no matter what conditions you put forward. Moreover, the morning after sex is when he is most relaxed and comfortable, and he will not be aggressive.
you.
"Ask." He turned his eyes and looked at her hazily, still feeling sleepy.
"Then will you tell the truth?"
Xiaofeng thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
She leaned her head against his chest to avoid his gaze.
"Do you still want to compete for the position of prince?"
She clearly felt that his body stiffened, and his voice was not heard in the air for a long time.
She felt a little disappointed, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."
But he asked: "Then do you want me to fight or not?"
Zhong Yuxi is actually very poor. Ever since he was a child and endured the pain of being separated from his mother and brother, he has been determined to get back what belongs to them, not the king's favor, not the glory and wealth, but the world.
Even the promise he made to her was that when he became the crown prince, he would marry her as the crown princess, not the imperial concubine.
But she was also very afraid. The prince's position was too high and too dazzling, just like a piece of meat hanging high in a pile of hungry wolves. Every wolf was looking up at him, longing for him, but there was only one piece of meat, and no one could
They are unwilling to share with others, so they can only truly gain by killing each other until only one remains.
She had a premonition of such an outcome, so she was afraid and didn't want him to continue fighting.
"I don't know." She shook her head with a complicated expression: "You just need to tell me whether you will or not?"
He seemed silent for a moment, then took her hand and wrote a word on her palm.
Zhong Yuxi's hands slowly tightened, which was indeed the result of her fear.
However, she understood him because he was born in an imperial family.
His life has been restricted since he was given the surname Xuanyuan.
The current situation is that even if he wants to withdraw from this princely battle, there are still a few people who believe that they will still regard him as their strongest opponent and will still put him in a situation where they feel safe.
Stop, and their safety is his danger.
He once said that without her, what's the use of this world for him? Now that he has her, he can have no worries. From the time they met until now, he has always been such a strong man. Maybe he and
Xuanyuan Ye is the same, their desire for power is almost perverted.
She felt strongly uneasy in her heart. She didn't know what would happen in the future, but she couldn't stop it.
Xiaofeng didn't say anything, just kissed her forehead and said with a smile: "I'm hungry and want to eat the breakfast you made."
Zhong Yuxi ended this heavy topic appropriately and got up from the bed, "I'll do it."
Seeing that she had put on her clothes, washed her face and then got into the kitchen, the smile on Xiaofeng's face faded inch by inch.
Of course he didn't understand what she was thinking, but he couldn't stop at this time. He was already in too deep. It was like a game with no way out. Either he was knocked down by his opponent in the middle, or he stood tall with a smile.
In the end, he could only choose to continue moving forward without stopping.
But he will give her the most extreme pampering in the world and make her the happiest woman.
Zhong Yuxi was making cakes, mixing the beaten eggs into the flour and rolling them into many layers.
Suddenly, Xiaofeng hugged her from behind, put his chin on her shoulder and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Thousand-layer cake." She answered while adding flour.
He reached out a hand and dipped some dry noodles into it, then rubbed it on her face.
That delicate little face was suddenly painted with flour, and she said angrily: "Don't make trouble."
How could he listen and continue to smear flour on her face.
She finally roared: "Xuanyuan Xiaofeng, please stop making trouble and sit aside obediently and wait."
When he saw her getting angry, he had no choice but to step aside angrily, leaning against the door and watching her hurriedly kneading dough, rolling out dough, adding oil, and placing cakes.
Her cooking skills seemed to have made great progress, and the dishes and soups in front of her looked pretty good.
"Try it quickly." She said eagerly like a primary school student.
Xiaofeng took a sip of the soup and frowned. He didn't want to hurt her self-esteem, but he couldn't bear it. How could a woman be so stupid? She had cooked the food countless times, but it still tasted so bad.
"It tastes terrible." He said unceremoniously, but he could still eat it with enthusiasm.
I tore another piece of cake and said, "It's so hard."
She was like a deflated rubber ball, with a dejected look on her face, but she immediately showed her invincible Xiaoqiang spirit and inspired her bold words: "With the birth of new things, the future is bright, but the road is tortuous. We will step on our comrades and fall."
Keep moving forward with the corpse. Come, come, eat it all.”
Zhong Yuxi forced him to drink up all the soup in the bowl, and then gave him another bowl: "Just get used to it, let's have another bowl."
"Why don't you drink it yourself?" he asked unconvinced.
"I...I'm not hungry." She laughed dryly.
In fact, my heart is trembling: How come someone makes something so terrible? Is it really made by me?
But she was still horrified when she saw the man in front of her drank two large bowls. His stomach structure was definitely different from that of a normal person, she could guarantee it.
After dinner, Xiaofeng hurriedly went back to deal with official matters. Since he has been away these days, a mountain of documents is waiting for him to make up his mind.
She stood at the door reluctantly, grabbing his hand and refusing to let go.
He coaxed her for a long time, but she still wouldn't let go, so he had to lower his face and scare her, "If you don't let me go, I'll go back to the house and do it."
She immediately let go and slammed the door: "Goodbye."
The room suddenly became deserted without the night breeze, and she could only watch TV to pass the boring time.
Although she was worried about Wuyue, she felt relieved when she heard that nothing happened to him. She stayed like this until evening. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and called An Ran to ask her out for dinner.
Two good sisters met at a coffee shop on the corner of the street. When An Ran saw Zhong Yuxi, who had lost a lot of weight, she couldn't help but said distressedly: "How did you do this?"