Mo Qingcheng's voice was light, but ruthlessly shattered her self-illusion: "The beginning of love is not the warmth of a steady stream, but a panicked heartbeat./⊙﹏⊙bwww
His fingers and hers were clasped tightly together, getting tighter and tighter: "If you like someone, you will like this feeling of interlocking fingers. As long as he can be by your side, it doesn't matter even if the sky falls, because you have him."
Being with you...do you feel this way about him? Do you?"
Ye Xuanji looked at him blankly.[
Watching his dark eyes changing in the moonlight.
Suddenly he frowned and pursed his lips: "Are you—are you possessed by poor grandma?"
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
"What you said - it's all love in books. How can it be like this in reality? Husband and wife are just two men and women who are quite pleasing to the eye and live together. I don't hate the senior brother, but the senior brother treats me
It's also very good, I think this is enough, much better than most Chaimi couples in the world..."
Ye Xuanji considered her words, she didn't believe in love at all.
In her mind, the so-called love is just the product of a group of novelists who complain about nothing.
It’s used to defraud manuscript fees, and it can’t really be done...
Mo Qingcheng slowly let go of her.
The bright moon representing the roundness hung on the dark sky. He looked at her and said calmly: "I used to think so too, but everything changed after I met you..."
"Well?"
Ye Xuanji froze for a moment, lowered her eyes slightly, and said calmly: "So, you love me very much?"
"Yes!" Mo Qingcheng answered without hesitation.
"Then - what happened to that Shahua girl? I remember that at the banquet you gave us in Mohuang Kingdom, you personally told that Shahua girl that you would never let her down... Your Majesty will not be so quick.
Have you just forgotten the oath you made to her?"