He disliked her... He didn't want her anymore... Just like his father, he married other concubines into the family...
Zhong Qing's eyes were in a trance for a while, and she opened her mouth and asked in a trembling voice: "Why did you do that?"
Yi Jian looked at her expression and felt dazed again.
Is it his imagination?
Why was there a hint of sadness and breakage in her eyes at this moment?
He pursed his lips for a long time before saying, "Dirty!"
dirty?
The loving expression froze for a moment.
Did he say dirty?
Dislike these dirty things?
"But...you obviously like it very much..."
"There is no man who doesn't like her." Yi Jian told the truth, looking at her with determination flashing in his eyes, and said seriously: "You don't need to be like this."
"You are a lady who comes from everyone. You are reserved yourself. There is no need to ruin yourself like this!"
Waste?
Zhong Qing looked at his serious expression, and her internal organs began to cramp for a moment.
Does he mean he's looking down on her?
She had been looked down upon by many people since she was a child, but for some reason, his look down her this time made her particularly heartbroken.
She seemed to care whether he looked down on her or not.
She pursed her lips, clenched her hands, and after a long while she said, "But this is how it should be between husband and wife, isn't it?"
Yi Jian pursed her lips but said nothing.
This is how it should be between husband and wife.
But...that's not what she did. She didn't need to use her body to please him. She despised and wronged herself in this way, which would make him feel bad.
Zhongqing looked at the silent Yi Jian, and her heart began to panic for no reason. She was afraid, afraid that he would really dislike her. She shook her head, stared at him, and said, "I just want you to like...
…I never had any other ideas.”
Yi Jian looked at her seriously, her throat was a little sore, and some words hidden in her heart suddenly blurted out: "Do you like me now? Or do you like me all the time?"
Zhong Qing raised her head suspiciously, looking at Yi Jian's eyes and wondering, what did he mean by his words?
Why did she feel that Yi Jian at this moment was different from usual?
She bit her lower lip secretly, thought about it carefully, and then said: "Young Marshal... Zhongqing doesn't understand what Young Marshal means. Zhongqing just wants to make Young Marshal happy."