In the house, only Di Mingjue and Mu Yan, who were still asleep, were left.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the girl's sleeping face, the cold light in his eyes slowly becoming softer and more persistent.

Fingers caressed the picturesque and beautiful face, and wanted to rub it, but remembered her accusation against herself in the ghost market, and hung in the air in frustration.

Mu Yan's skin is so delicate and delicate, as if it can be broken by blowing, what if he touches it, what if it hurts her again and wakes her up?

Di Mingjue frowned slightly.

On the one hand, I feel what kind of identity I have, isn't it natural to touch the woman I like?

While thinking of Mu Yan's angry expression in the ghost market, he was worried in his heart, and his hand hanging in the air could not be put down.

The doctor's words suddenly sounded in his ears, "Your wife is fine."

Mu Yan is his wife, his wife.

Di Mingjue's ears were slightly hot, and there was inexplicable joy in his heart churning and bubbling.

His gaze slowly fell from Mu Yan's jet-black hair, round and smooth forehead, dense and long eyelashes, and straight nose to the pale pink lips.

Even after a long time, he still remembers the sweetness of his lips.

Every day and every night, he is haunted by dreams and longs for another taste.

Although he promised Mu Yan, he would pursue her until she fell in love with herself.

But since it is a doomed ending, it is natural for him to use a little bit of his husband's power now, right?

Di Mingjue's ears were slightly red, and his eyes were burning.

One hand was propped up beside Mu Yan's face, and his body slowly leaned down, little by little, little by little, close to the red lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time.

Just when his lips were about to grasp the soft peach blossom petals and taste the sweet fragrance.

Suddenly, a powerful Xuan Force suddenly struck between him and Mu Yan.

Emperor Mingjue was caught off guard, and was pushed back several steps by that force.

The beautiful desire was interrupted, and Di Mingjue's face was simply ugly and wanted to kill.

Sen Leng's eyes looked at the bedside, the initiator who disturbed him and Mu Yan.

I saw a little boy who was just over the edge of the bed guarding in front of Mu Yan and staring at him coldly.

The handsome little face was tense, and a pair of ice-blue eyes that were the same as Di Mingjue's were full of vigilance and vigilance.

"What do you want to do to your mother?"

The little milk voice is cold, full of coldness that no one should enter, and the momentum is even more terrifying than that of an adult who has been in the top position for a long time.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiaobao no longer cared about Di Mingjue.

Instead, he eagerly turned to look at Mu Yan who was lying on the bed.

I saw that the person in front of me had a beautiful complexion, but his face was white and almost transparent, and even the original red lips were as white as rice paper. The long eyelashes hung low, and there was silence, as if it would never wake up.

Xiaobao's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he grabbed Mu Yan's fingers tightly, and his small body trembled slightly.

Endless panic and fear welled up in my heart.

But he was never a crying child, so he just leaned against the edge of the bed and called out a weak cry like a young beast, "Mother, mother...... Don't you leave Xiaobao...... Xiaobao will be obedient ......"

Mu Yan, who was lying on the bed, seemed to sense something, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Di Mingjue frowned, snorted coldly, picked up Xiaobao's collar, turned around and walked out.

"Let go of me!!"

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