Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 253 Suo Hug 2
Qin Luoyu clearly couldn't see his expression.

But for no reason, he remembered the scene of him tugging on her sleeve just now, looking at her in silence with eyes full of hugging.

Inexplicably a little pitiful.

However, she cannot be softhearted.My heart softened, it was probably her who was unlucky tonight.

I thought that if she didn't speak, he would have nothing to do.

After all, he personally promised her last night that he would never force her again.

She thought, as long as she doesn't let go, he won't be able to hug her.

After a while, he fell asleep and forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Qin Luoyu was still naive.

"Didn't you ask me why you played that song in Linguang Hall?"

"Of course it's because I'm afraid you will think that I'm too merciless towards Xiao Shangyan, but it's also because I've remembered a lot of old things."

Ling Junxing's deep voice sounded slowly in the silent bedroom, and it was inexplicably heart-shattering to hear in the dark.

Qin Luoyu subconsciously tightened his heartstrings, listening to every word he said.

"When I was very young, I moved to Prince Zhao's mansion alone. My father is busy with state affairs, and I rarely have the opportunity to meet him."

"When I first entered the Taixue, the Taifu asked me what kind of person I wanted to be in the future. At that time, I was only five years old, but I answered without hesitation that I wanted to be like my father."

"If you say it, maybe no one will believe it. At that time, I hadn't seen my father for two years. When I said this, I couldn't even remember his appearance clearly."

Qin Luoyu sighed secretly.

Although Ling Junxing was a child who lacked love since he was a child, Lingwu is his father and the emperor of the Ling Kingdom after all, so he should have a great subtle influence on him.

It's like in a fairy tale, a child's father is a legendary hero. Although the child has never seen his father, it does not affect his admiration for his father.

A child's young heart will naturally long to be close to his father, and also long to be a hero like his father.

It's a pity that Ling Junxing's father is so close at hand, but meeting him is a luxury.

"Later, as I got older, I stopped saying those ridiculous things. I thought that my father might not like my son, or even hate him."

"I have gradually gotten used to him and only regard him as the emperor of the Mausoleum Kingdom. I never expected that I could get my father's care from him."

"Until I was 15 years old, I established the Xiaoqi Battalion. When I followed my father on the battlefield for the first time, my father gave Xiaoqi Battalion the task of attacking the vanguard."

At that time, all the generals knelt down to stop them. They felt that the first emperor was too childish, and they didn't believe that a 15-year-old boy could really do anything with a group of recruits who had been trained for less than a year.

However, the first emperor tried his best to resist all opinions. He patted Ling Junxing on the shoulder and said, "I believe in you and I believe in Xiaoqiying. I will definitely win. Because you are my son."

At that moment, Ling Junxing realized for the first time that the First Emperor was not only the emperor, but also his father.

The Xiaoqi battalion won that siege, but suffered heavy losses.

After the war ended, the first emperor talked with Ling Junxing very late, analyzing the victory and defeat of the war, and the father and son had a long conversation for the first time.

After that, the first emperor taught Ling Junxing a lot of things little by little, and also taught him how to deal with the battlefield of life and death, and the treacherous court.

Ling Junxing finally no longer regarded him as a cold emperor, but gradually regarded him as a father.

Unfortunately, in the end, he could only watch the late emperor disappear into the fire in the Los Angeles Palace.

If it weren't for Xiao Shangyan's benevolence, even the remains of the late emperor would not have been kept.
The man's voice was extremely low and hoarse, and Qin Luoyu felt pity in his heart.

Ling Junxing has always been guilty of the death of the late emperor Lingwu, and he blamed himself deeply.Once the remains of the late emperor are discovered, and the enemy can survive, this sense of gap and self-blame may be even stronger.

She thought that today might really be the time when Ling Junxing was at his lowest and most vulnerable.

Otherwise, how could he have said so many words to her in a rare way.

On weekdays, he would definitely not confide a word easily.

There will always be a time in a person's life when he or she will feel extremely vulnerable and helpless, and that may be called the darkest moment in life.

At this time, people always instinctively hope to grasp something and hope to have something to rely on.

He hugged so abnormally tonight, maybe he just hoped to get a little comfort in this fragile moment.

Qin Luoyu hesitated, thinking whether to hug him or not.

After all, she groped and held the man's hand, patted it lightly for comfort, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the past is all over, don't be sad—"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already clenched her hand behind his back, wrapped his long arms around her, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"I won't do anything to you."

He whispered in her ear, "I only want to hug you."

Qin Luoyu sighed silently, but still did not break away.

Who made Lingjun's trip so miserable, and she is a person who is prone to overflowing with compassion?
He has grown so big, it is estimated that except for Miss Zhong who hugged him when he was a child, no one hugs him.

It's also pitiful.Just give him a hug tonight.

Only this time, not the next time.

Qin Luoyu was held in Ling Junxing's arms just like that, and fell asleep in a daze.

She who was asleep naturally couldn't see it. The man who was hugging her was not asleep. Instead, he just stared at her deeply.

All the heaviness and gloom in my heart seemed to be relieved when I hugged her.

When I hugged her, it seemed that there was something warm and soft, slowly rippling along the blood, dispelling and melting away those too dark and low sides.

He lowered his eyes for a long time, and under the faint moonlight, he looked at the girl in his arms little by little.

The girl's sleeping face was sweet, her soft body was nestled in his arms, and the faint fragrance lingered in his nose, making him a little distracted.

The dark and deep eyes unconsciously wandered between her eyebrows, lips and teeth.

In fact, when there was no her before, he never thought about the relationship between men and women, and these things never became his troubles at all.

But I don't know since when, just lying quietly with her like this, just looking at her, thinking of her voice, and even an occasional inadvertent movement of her, some uncontrollable images will appear in my mind.

Just thinking about it, that picture can burn his mouth dry, and gradually his mind becomes turbulent, and it is difficult to hold on to himself.

He couldn't help but want to turn those imaginary pictures into reality.

However, after several times of leaning over, he finally held back, and finally just pressed a kiss on her lips like a dragonfly.

He just promised her last night that he would not force her.

If he really did something he shouldn't do, I'm afraid that the little trust she had in him would disappear again.

In this way, I don't know how long I have to wait if I want her to be completely undefended against him.

Forget it, or, bear with it.

(End of this chapter)