"Yue'er, I won't do it next time..." Seeing Ning Yue's face darken again, Ziyou stopped mentioning that matter and gently took her hand and kissed her.
Ningyue's eyes slowly softened
"I want to meet Ci'er... Yue'er, can you bring him here?"
Ziyou looked at that beautiful face and asked gently
Ning Yue raised her eyebrows, "No, I'll see you after you get better. This is your punishment."
Ziyou chuckled lightly, "That's fine... As long as Yue'er is no longer angry with me... Ci'er will be my son anyway..."
It's his, not Chongjian's
This time, although Chongjian came back and stayed in the palace, he was still Ningyue's subordinate.
The divorce note, he later saw clearly, was not Ning Yue's signature at all, but a character that looked more like Ning Yue's name.
He was overjoyed at the moment and knew that Ningyue was still waiting for him.
That's why he killed Yan'er in such a hurry and led to Yun Shuizhuo
"Ziyou, take good care of yourself."
Ningyue withdrew her hand. Ziyou became anxious and immediately sat up, pulling on the unhealed wound on her body, which was extremely painful.
It hurt so much that his face suddenly turned pale.
Ningyue couldn't bear it and sat down again, "Look, what are you so anxious about? It's not like you won't come back after leaving."
Ziyou chuckled and looked at Ningyue softly, "I'm just afraid that you'll leave and won't come to see me for a long time... This time I'll ask Xuan Bing to let you come over..."
Ningyue was startled, looking at that familiar face
What if...she went a little later and he was gone?
Feeling a little frightened, I suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips.
Ziyou's face turned red. She didn't expect that Ningyue would take the initiative to kiss him.
His breathing suddenly became rapid, and he pressed the back of her head with his hand, deepening the kiss.
Lingering and sorrowful, Ziyou felt the fire rising in his body. When Ningyue left, he held her hand tightly and said, "Yue'er... give it to me!"
Ningyue's face turned slightly red. She was the one who caused the fire. Now that she's fine, what should I do?
"Your injury..."
"Don't... go, come to me... I miss you so much..." Ziyou's voice was rough. Ningyue looked at the flushed face. A small tent had been set up in the most important position of the man.