Love in Xuancheng

Protect you, love you, really love you, every word is hard hit in the wind moye's tightly protected heart.

Shen Xingyue's words crossed the heart defense he had set up when he was a child. They looked at each other quietly. Although they were silent, they were also great progress.

Shen Xingyue didn't bother. She clearly understood that her inner barrier should be smoothed by herself. She had to untie her own knot. Others can't help.

I just hope he can take advantage of this to solve the knot and don't plant demons!

Feeling his tension again, Shen Xingyue took out his hand quietly, slowly wrapped around the windward moye's waist and hugged him tightly, hoping to eliminate his tension.

Xu finally shouted the word "father" because of the sense of sureness given by Shen Xingyue in time. Although it sounded raw and stiff, it was very real and clear.

Hearing his voice, even Feng moye was shocked and couldn't believe it.

He didn't expect to shout.

Not only shouted, but also there was an unspeakable and unidentified feeling surging in my heart. It was wonderful.

That feeling is exciting, cheerful and greedy.

"Hey ―――"

The hoarse voice was mixed with a choking of joy.

"Don't do such stupid things in the future. You must cherish yourself, you bastard? Remember it for me!"

"I will confess to your mother and pray for her forgiveness. I just hope you will have no resentment from now on."

For nine years, his son has never called him his father in nine years, let alone give him a good face.

The old emperor usually doesn't say it, but he cares about it in his heart.

This stem has been stuck in his heart for nine years and has become his obsession. It's really too late if he doesn't get rid of it now. How can he be reconciled?

But once the stem was removed, the old emperor

"Cough, cough..."

The old emperor coughed fiercely, and his bloodless face was shocked red and purple. Shen Xingyue helped the old emperor to help him soothe his back.

It's not that Shen Xingyue is willing to do such a job, but Shen Xingyue clearly knows that Feng moye will never go!

He's the kind of person who can wipe his fingers off his skin when he feels his pulse. Do you expect him to hold a man? Don't even think about it! It's impossible!

Feng moye seemed to be fixed. Suddenly, he was stunned and looked at the old emperor motionless.