It must be known that although the silk was soft and light that day, it had great toughness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Someone once made a bow out of this silk, and the bow was full and continuous, and the arrow was shot two or three times the usual range.

Nanyue actually tore it apart with one hand at this moment.

A loud cracking sound came into his ears, and Wan Yanmin's mind cooled down by three points.

Reason blows into the brain like a cool breeze.

"Yue'er!"

"No, you can't. ”

What is he doing?

The two of them have been sleeping in this bed together for half a month. He also used his strong intellect to suppress every undeserved impulse. Even if even the slightest thought of this kind comes out of nowhere, he will delicately extinguish this spark, and will never let a thought burn the prairie in the morning.

"I'll move back to Shengxuan Palace tomorrow. Wan Yanmin's whole body cooled down, and he said soothing and annoyed.

"Don't!" retorted Nanyue.

"You said there was only half the chance, why not try the other half. Her voice was exceptionally soft.

Nanyue's slender soft fingers were still clasped around Wan Yanmin's neck.

She felt embarrassed. Obviously, it was Wan Yanmin who provoked the fire herself, why now it seems that she is the overlord who is the bow.

Although it's a bit embarrassing.

No, it's very embarrassing. She still wouldn't let go.

She knew the reason why Wan Yan Min had been reluctant to touch her.

Once they have a child like this, there is a half chance that the Gu poison will be inherited from the child.

Wan Yanmin once buried Nan Yue's shoulder, weak and weak, told her personally. The suffering he has endured does not need to be borne by his children again.

He didn't want to, and a little life appeared and found that he had bloodthirsty poison flowing all over his body, and that his father was going to be gone away at a very young age. - Wan Yanmin, after all, he is ready to die every day.

Even so, if the child is a boy, he must bear the fate and responsibility that must be borne by the surname Wanyan. From the day he was born, he had no choice and was entrusted with an absurd task.

That kind of pain, Wan Yanmin has experienced it for fifteen years. For fifteen years, he sometimes even felt like he had gone straight from childhood to adulthood.

There is no teenager this excessive. Time does not allow it, nor does the missing love.

Wan Yanmin has known since he was a child that he does not have the qualifications to laugh anytime and anywhere like Zhong Luo.

Now, once he fails to hold on to it, he has planted seeds that should not be planted in Nanyue's body, and he will personally give his young son a bleak fate.

He's got it all figured out. Even if you make some bolder or even more inconsequential decisions. He didn't want to be the executioner of his own child.

Nanyue's strength around his neck suddenly tightened, and she said softly, "I can take medicine." So that there will be no children. But I want you whole...... I'm afraid ......"

Her voice faded.

Wan Yanmin's heart twitched and hurt.

He knew what she was afraid of.

What she fears is what he fears.

After the separation of yin and yang, even the simplest hug can only be carried out in a dream.

If they take fetal pills, they can have a complete other now, now, right away, without fear of any consequences.

But Wan Yan Min had other plans after all.

Everyone's path was properly arranged by him, the dying man, in one long sleepless night.

Only Nanyue is the one he can't rest assured about and can't arrange.

He had tried his best to restrain his affection for her, and even when she showed him his heart in the most honest and frank way, he would ruthlessly push her away.

But he couldn't push it away.