Qin Wuyan held her chin, quickly blocked her nonsense mouth, kissed her for a long time and then let go of her: "you are my woman. You are destined to marry me in this life."

He hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu tightly in his arms, "Xiaoyu, some things are not my intention, but some things I can't help doing.

The night I took you elope, I had saved my mind to let them go and gave up all gratitude and hatred, but we were caught back.

I have never had any resentment against you because of what your father and brother did to me. Why can't you give up investigating the truth of your brother's death for me? "

Zhuang Xiaoyu was drunk and confused. He fell soft in Qin Wuyan's arms, but pulled his collar and said, "it's so hot, ah Yan, so hot..."

The collar was torn open by her. Qin Wuyan stared at the snow-white neck, bent over to pick her up, strode to the bedside and put it on the bed

After a while, Zhuang Xiaoyu seemed to be in the warm warm wind, and every part of her body was warm. It seemed that something brushed past her. She was very comfortable.

She tightly hugged the person on her side. It seemed that she was afraid that he would leave her. She wanted to get closer and integrate into the warmth

She thought that in her dream, she rode on horseback, bumped through the long street, walked through the four seasons, spring wind, summer flowers, autumn rain and winter snow, and finally walked through a vast dark fog, and could no longer see the direction.

There is a warm palm on the wrist, which has been holding her tightly and has never been loosened

It was the afternoon of the next day when Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up. Her throat was burning and thirsty. She coughed twice. Someone helped her up. The sweet honey water had been fed to her lips.

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her eyes and felt dizzy. She couldn't remember everything that happened after she got drunk last night. Only her head and throat hurt badly.

She moved and felt her index finger weak and weak. After drinking the water, she looked up and saw the man holding her. Qin Wuyan's eyes were as black as obsidian and was looking at her.

The eyes stabbed Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart like a sharp blade. At this time, she had realized that she had returned, avoided his eyes and was going to get up. Only then did she know that she was not wearing anything under the quilt.

Qin Wuyan smiled and had a soft voice: "you were calling my name all night last night. I'm very happy to hear it."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "

Qin Wuyan's palm fell on her round shoulder and slowly rubbed: "Xiaoyu, ask your heart. You actually have me in your heart."

Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly cooled down, raised his hand and brushed the palm on his shoulder. His voice was as cold as ice: "I think I probably recognized the wrong person last night. Your fingers are too rough and pinch me."

Qin Wuyan: "Xiaoyu, don't treat me like this, OK?"

"How should I treat you?"

"What's your dissatisfaction with me? Can you tell me?" Qin Wuyan looked affectionate and his tone was humble: "as long as you don't like it, I'll change it all, will I change it all?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at him with a smile: "really?"

Qin Wuyan: "

She was teasing him, as if he were a dog on call, who could be called, discarded and sent at will, but he was like a terminally ill man, and the antidote was in her hand.