Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

They were very close, and the smell on him even made Lu Ziyi feel aggressive, like a panther approaching its prey step by step.

She felt her heart pounding nervously.

The distance between them was so close that Du Kun could even see the fine fluff on her skin, smell the faint aroma on her body, and slightly trembling curled eyelashes.

Du Kun felt that he had always been calm and restrained, as if he might get out of control at any time.

His breath was burning.

"You said you wanted to divorce me?" he murmured.

"Yes." Lu Ziyi said faintly.

"Impossible."

"You bastard Du Kun!" Ziyi lowered her voice. "We have no feelings and are not happy together. Therefore, letting go is the best choice."

"Where's the child?"

"Of course it's with me. I'm their mother. I should be by my side."

"Am I not their father?" Du Kun frowned.

My heart also seemed to rise a trace of inexplicable anger.

"Is this very important?" Lu Ziyi said indifferently.

"Of course it's important. I'll tell you for the last time. Since you're in my bed and want to go down, you can't think without my consent." Du Kun smiled angrily and said slowly.

"You know I was also drugged at that time." Lu Ziyi's face turned red and retorted with shame.

"Yes, but you were much lighter than me. You can save yourself. Purple clothes, you not only didn't save yourself, but hugged me..."

"Shut up, Du Kun, you're too much." Lu Ziyi stared angrily and waved her hand at Du Kun.

Du Kun grabbed Lu Ziyi's hands, and his dark eyes looked like the night sky before the storm.

A touch of starlight from the eyes, just fleeting.

"Ziyi, let's try whether we can start again?" Du Kun looked at Lu Ziyi's wide eyes, but suddenly his heart softened and softened his voice. "Ziyi, we grew up together and have children. It's impossible to completely draw a clear line. Therefore, I won't divorce you. Shall we try?"

have a try?

Lu Ziyi suddenly pushed Du Kun away and ran to his bedroom.

He buried his head on the pillow and was very upset.

Why is the heart disordered.

Is it because you still love him?

Lu Ziyi heard the sound of opening the door and the sound of footsteps. She also knew that the sound of footsteps with a sense of rhythm was Du Kun's.

It's strange that no matter how many people walk together, she can still hear Du Kun from the disordered footsteps.

She didn't move and still covered herself with a pillow.

It seems a little angry.

Du Kun looked at Lu Ziyi on the bed, and his frown finally softened. He leaned slightly. Lu Ziyi only felt that the bed was heavy and knew that Du Kun had sat down.

Du Kun stretched out his hand. His hands were slender, with distinct bony joints, and his nails showed healthy color. Each of them had a crescent white, which was undoubtedly a hand full of artistic flavor.

He quickly took away the pillow covering his purple face, and a face with crimson and sullen straight into Du Kun's heart.

She's blaming him. Is she blaming him?

"Du Kun, we won't start over. I hate you and want you to die." Lu Ziyi said indiscriminately.