Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 476 Be good, cry again, my heart will hurt to death

He has a cold and desolate demeanor, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't give up if I just spend it with you until the universe is exhausted.

He said: "Noon, why don't you want that blood jade bracelet?"

An Qiyue raised her brows high, raised her red lips and said, "It's not rare, I don't like it."

Ji Liunian's internal organs were burned, his face was frozen, his tone could melt into snow water, and it was bitingly cold.

"Not rare? Then what do you care about? Don't give Lao Tzu a sloppy eye, and tell me what you think, do you still want to be with Lao Tzu? What do you mean by fate? This is how you get along with Lao Tzu, and you just think about how to leave all day long." Me, you treat me as a puppet at your mercy?"

An Qiyue blinked her shiny black eyes, bit her lip and looked at the man without saying a word.

She suddenly felt like a mischievous child, acting willfully and recklessly.

Especially when facing men, being arrogant is sometimes very unreasonable.

In fact, whether a man loves you or not, whether he cares about you or not, women have feelings.

Undoubtedly, this man's overbearing and complete possession, to her, is domineering love.

He cared about every word she said, no matter it was good or bad, he could thread needles with a small mind, and he was so narrow-minded that he was insane.

But, beyond that, his behavior was understandable.

Everyone has emotions, let alone this man who respects Confucianism and the emperor.

What she said at noon was indeed a lot of torture for him.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at the wound on his shoulder, with a little pity in her heart, she said with a flat mouth that was about to cry.

"Are you murdering me? I never thought of leaving you, but who knows what will happen in the future. If a good love will end well, then you are hugging and wearing the blood jade bracelet on my wrist, It's not too late..."

The man's phoenix eyes were deeply narrowed, and he stared at the woman. She looked so cute and pitiful, like a child abandoned and scolded by adults.

The aggrieved face was wrinkled into a ball, and I couldn't help but make people want to feel distressed.

A faint soft light flashed in his dark eyes, and then he raised his hand to hold her face, and wiped away the pearly light from her eyelids with his thumb, his voice was as cool as a spring in the mountains in the morning light.

It's low and faint, and the pleasant name is An Qiyue, as if she smells the quiet time and the peace of the years.

"Hey, it's my fault. Don't cry, if you cry again, my heart will hurt to death!"

An Qiyue's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and her misty eyes were full of water. She met the man's black eyes and curled her lips, "Do you look like you are going to die of love? You just took over When I was here, why didn't you think that you would feel sorry for me."

The man chuckled, scraping her slightly red and swollen eye sockets with his fingertips, his voice was low and deep, as if he was talking to himself.

He said: "I don't like that you have anything to do with other men, especially that person is Xia Shang. July, no matter who you were before or who you had any emotional entanglements with, but now that you have chosen me to be with me , then you can only be mine."

An Qiyue's pupils dilated several times, she lowered her head, and her delicate face was completely covered by her seaweed-like long hair.

Her palms were slightly sweaty, and her voice became hoarse and indistinct.

She whispered guiltyly: "I...I...do you know something?"

When Ji Liunian's hand landed on the wound on the back of her neck, her voice was still so clear, without any waves.

"July, sometimes, the relationship between people is like a thin layer of window paper, which can be broken as soon as it is poked, and it will be broken as soon as it is broken. This sentence is also applicable to your current situation. Therefore, it is not appropriate for me to poke this layer of window paper."

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