Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

Han Junrong never knew that someone would rather marry a civilian than be his concubine,

What she said aroused his interest, and he immediately sent someone to follow them to inquire about her identity.

Ming Xiaochen doesn't know what she said in the inn will change her life. If she knew the result would be like this, she wouldn't say so. But until she died, she didn't know what was going on.

Han Junrong is the favored son of heaven. He has always been more obedient than others. How can he tolerate someone who despises him so much, not to mention that the other party is just a little woman.

She doesn't want to enter the palace as a concubine, does she? Then he wants her to enter the palace and be his concubine.

After finding out mingxiaochen's identity, and regardless of her promise, he immediately ordered to welcome her into the palace with the posture of a concubine. He wanted to see if she was different from other women,

Really don't want to be his concubine? Or just fishing for fame?

While Ming Xiaochen was happily waiting to become Tang Lifeng's bride at home, she didn't expect that disaster would come from heaven. There was no room for her to refuse,

In order not to affect her family and her fiance, she had to enter the palace with hatred. On the night she was canonized as a concubine, she also chose not to return, so as to prove her sincerity to Tang Lifeng.

Thinking of the past, Han Junrong's eyes gradually became blurred. He looked at her comfortably wrapped in his arms. He gently reached out and touched her cheek. The tender and smooth skin made him love it,

He wanted to frustrate her spirit, but unconsciously, his heart seemed to break a corner. In fact, they had no gratitude and resentment. Was it too cruel for him to treat her like this?

For the first time, a touch of feeling called pity surged in Han Junrong's heart. He is a man good at plundering. He is the king. Everything in the world is his,

He didn't think there was anything wrong with being so extravagant. Looking at her as fragile as the wind blows, he couldn't help but doubt his consistent style.

"Well... Water... Well..." suddenly, a deep and dumb groan woke him up from his meditation.

"What are you talking about?" He bowed to her lips in a voice so soft that he startled himself.

"Water... Whine... Thirsty..." a low voice like sobbing came along with a slight cry.

"Oh, you want to drink water. Wait a minute, I'll feed you."

Han Junrong hugged her body, went to the chair beside the table and sat down, let her upper body lean against his arms, and his hips carefully didn't touch anything,

He poured a cup of tea with one hand, then put the edge of the cup close to her lips and let her drink it slowly.

It seemed that she was really thirsty. As soon as her dry lips touched the water, she sucked desperately, like a hungry baby.

"Cough... Cough..." a faint cough came. It turned out that she choked because she drank too fast. She couldn't help coughing when she opened her mouth.

"Alas, why are you drinking so fast? You choked." His gentle palm gently patted her back. He breathed a sigh when she stopped coughing.

She seemed too weak to wake up. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her small mouth opened slightly, and the tip of her tongue licked her lips. It seemed that she had not drunk enough water.