He pondered for a moment and then said: "But she does deserve to die. I can't let her go. If it weren't for her, you... you wouldn't have lost your memory and let me lose you for more than two years. Fu Yue, I still dare not let her go until now."
Thinking about how I spent those two years..."
His warm breath blew against her ear, making half of her body numb.
Her face burned, she shrank quietly, and laughed: "It turned out to be for me...but I can't remember anything. You said I lost my memory because of her? Could it be that she loves you?"
But I couldn't get you, so I thought of a way to kill me. I originally wanted to kill me, but I didn't expect that I just hit my head and lost my memory... right?"
Long Fuyue thought of the scenes often seen in palace fighting novels and made bold speculations.
Feng Qianyu's eyes dimmed, he hugged her tighter, and sighed: "You have some tricks up your sleeve..." [
Long Fuyue was slightly proud.
Hey, she didn't read those novels for nothing.
Turning around and looking at him: "So I guessed it right? Huh, I've known for a long time that the war in the palace is more cruel than the real war. I didn't expect that I also served as cannon fodder..."
Feng Qianyu closed her eyes slightly, as if to promise something: "Don't worry, I won't do it again. I won't give anyone a chance to hurt you."
Long Fuyue felt warm emotions in her heart. The man in front of her really loved her... Fortunately, fortunately, she loved him too. Although two years had passed, she had not really fallen in love with anyone else.
Are you afraid that you are subconsciously waiting for him?
She couldn't help but raise her head, touched his lips lightly, and murmured: "I'm sorry for making you suffer..."
Feng Qianyu's eyes suddenly deepened, as deep as a whirlpool. He tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her.
This was the second time in Long Fuyue's memory that Feng Qianyu kissed her.
The first time was when he was seriously injured, and he attacked her unsuspectingly. That time his kiss was fierce and domineering, full of deep desire.
This time, his kiss was very delicate and lingering, like spring breeze turning into rain, slowly entering her heart.