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Chapter 66 Then you coax me
Listening to his words, Cui Ying's face burned up. When did he speak so straightforwardly?

But now she couldn't move, she could only let him say these words, every word was like a temptation.

She should be unbearable, but for countless days and nights, he was the person who knew her best. Just two or three words and a kiss on Aoxue Hongmei made her feel defeated.

Cui Ying just wanted to reach out and block his mouth, but instead he just raised his hands above his head and clamped them down.

He watched her eyes closed, her breathing rising and falling, as if in the clouds. The lust in his eyes slowly dissipated at this moment. Cui Ying's mind was a little confused. In a daze, she seemed to hear him ask: "You this time, What are you lying to me about?"

She wanted to speak, but Chu Yan lowered his head and blocked her mouth. The lingering kiss was the touch of fire and ice. When he raised his fingers, she could no longer say a word.

When Cui Ying woke up the next day, Chu Yan had already stood up. He was sitting on the small couch by the window with a book in his hand.

Wearing only a thin middle coat, with her hair loose, she turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Cui Ying has never seen him so quiet. Most of the time, Chu Yan gives people the impression that he is so strong and breathtaking, no matter what he is doing, but looking at him now, she feels that he is different from the previous rumors. Matched.

The old man in the palace said that before he went to Dongyi Kingdom to be a hostage, His Royal Highness was the most gentle gentleman.

"Yingying."

Hearing the sound on the bed, Chu Yan turned around and called her name. He looked at her with a cold face. He put down the book. Only then did Cui Ying notice a piece of wood placed on the small table beside her. There is also a carving knife.

Cui Ying looked at his fingers and couldn't help but think of how these hands controlled her last night.

Her face looked a little unnatural. Chu Yan smiled, stood up and walked to her side. He looked down at her. Cui Ying's face seemed to be rounder, not as thin as when he first met her.

"Last time I asked Ying Dong to arrange the drawings you chose. Now that I have a child, I have to be more careful."

He bent down, looked level with her, and spoke in a gentle tone, as if he was really listening to Cui Ying's words, no longer acting like a madman, but acting like a normal person.

"What are you carving?"

Cui Ying reached out and pulled him. At first she opened her mouth and didn't know what to ask. She always felt that after yesterday's incident, she was not very good at getting along with him.

Chu Yan didn't care, and stretched out his hands to pick her up. For fear of falling, Cui Ying could only hook her arms around his neck, and he carried her to the small couch. On the small table in front of her was the book he just read.

This is a woodcarving book, with some pages folded. It seems that the person who read the book was very careful and folded the important places to make it easier to read again in the future.

"I want to make a gadget for my child, but I don't know which one is better, the rabbit or the tiger. What do you think of Yingying?"

Chu Yan hugged her, resting his head on her shoulder, pointing his slender fingers to the place he had just looked at. Cui Ying saw the wounds on his fingertips and said, "It's better for workers to do these."

The gentler and more accommodating he is, the more frightened Cui Ying is. It's as if this is just a moment of tranquility before the storm. He is hiding himself. But she can definitely feel that Chu Yan is really crazy now. sharp.

Hide yourself under a perfect body and pretend to be a normal person.

Chu Yan took a deep breath and held the uncarved piece of wood in his hand: "When I was a child, my father asked me what I liked on my birthday. I said that I wanted a woodcarver, just like the one he carved for his mother. ."

"I originally thought that I would receive a wooden sculpture as beautiful as my mother's on my birthday, but instead, I was punished to kneel in front of Fengyi Palace for a whole day."

Cui Ying turned her head to meet his gaze with some confusion. Chu Yan just looked at her and continued: "He said that Gu's birthday is the mother's memorial day. Gu is not qualified to celebrate his birthday. There will be no birthdays today. In the past There will be no such thing in the future. He must always remember that Gu is a murderous executioner."

Chu Yan had long understood where Emperor Qi's hatred for him came from. His birth had killed the woman he loved most, but he was their only son.

Is it okay to be a prince? But he also wants him to experience what it means to be alone and without love to accompany him.

It's really ridiculous. As a father, he actually hated his own son.

Sometimes Chu Yan thought that it would have been better if he had died with his mother back then, so that he would not have to suffer in this world.

"If the Queen was still here, she would definitely not feel this way. There is no mother in the world who does not love her children, otherwise she would not have risked her life to bring His Highness into this world."

The girl lowered her eyes and said this. Cui Ying knew that Chu Yan was the prince, but his life was not as good as that of King Rui and King Liang.

Sometimes, she would feel that Chu Yan was a bit distressing, but that was the extent of it.

If the relationship between the two didn't have so many calculations at the beginning, maybe the ending would be different.

But a wrong start and a default rule doomed the outcome.

"What about you, will you love this child too?"

Chu Yan's hand fell on her lower abdomen, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable color. He also wanted to ask her, if you like this child, will you also pity me?

Cui Ying looked away, not daring to meet his eyes. She opened her lips and said, "I will love him."

But if she really gave birth to this child, she would only feel uncomfortable, because she didn't love Chu Yan, and this child was destined to not have the love of her parents.

"The orphan will love him, he will be loved by his parents, and he will be a happy child."

Chu Yan didn't ask any more. Anyway, if she asked again, she couldn't get what she really wanted to hear, so she just assumed that everything she said from now on was the truth.

He held Cui Ying's hand and flipped through the wooden carving book. Cui Ying said that both rabbits and tigers were fine, so there was no need to worry too much. Chu Yan nodded. The two of them sat on this small couch and talked. It was like yesterday. The tense situation was tense, and there was no questioning and heartfelt confession like yesterday.

They all tacitly chose not to mention what happened yesterday, as if it had never happened.

"But Your Highness, why do you only do it for children? Don't I have it too?"

Cui Ying listened to Chu Yan's words, and she couldn't help but feel a little panicked and unwilling to listen anymore. She changed the topic. Chu Yan heard the words and held her hand: "What does Yingying want?"

"It's really unfair that Your Highness knows that you can personally choose your child, but you have to ask me what I like."

She turned her head and stopped looking at him. She had said that if she wanted Chu Yan to believe her, the first person she had to deceive was herself.

Acting like a baby is the privilege of being loved and it is also a sign of intimacy.

But sometimes, her mouth could lie, but her eyes could not. She didn't dare to look at him anymore. She always felt that those dark eyes like ink could see through all her thoughts.

"You have never been so coquettish to me."

There was a smile on Chu Yan's face, but his eyes were calm. With every movement and look in her eyes, Chu Yan could guess what she was thinking. Her words were never true.

"Then you coax me, Huaiwei, you coax me, I have never heard you coax anyone else."

For some reason, this sentence blurted out. Cui Ying didn't even have time to think about it before she said it. She raised her eyes, and there was something unnatural in her eyes.

　Sprinkle sugar, sprinkle sugar!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)