I'm most afraid to hear you say I'm sorry, I love you,

I'm most afraid to hear you say I'm sorry, I love you. Great literature

King Fu slowly leaned down, looking at the tear-stained face, his heart was full of pain; "Like, I'm sorry I really don't remember what I just did, I know it's useless to say anything now, I hurt you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me, okay?" King Fu let go of all his dignity, and the only thing he could do was to repent, apologize, and then ask for her forgiveness. King Fu stretched out his hand to carry Wanruo back to the bed, because the room was too cold, and he was afraid that she would catch a cold, but Wanruo got up and stepped aside, and Wanruo's face was covered with frost under the light; "How could the prince be wrong? Therefore, there is no need to say sorry to the concubine, the concubine's life is small, but she can't afford it, so the prince should take it back. As if he said that, he turned around and gave King Fu a back, this back was as tenacious and resolute as in the past, King Fu faced the back of the moment, as if he saw the past, the past seemed to be back at this moment, and the King of Fu was a hundred turns, no, no, absolutely can't let her go on like this, if she is allowed to go back to the past, then she really can't control her, then the relationship between them may return to the cold state of the past. After being attached for so long, King Fu has been convinced that he can't get rid of the current Wanruo, and he can't get rid of the warm life now, and the current life is as if it was when Xuanxuan was still alive, how could he let it be lost. Great literature

King Fu took a few steps and grabbed Wanruo's shoulders with both hands like an eagle and a chicken, and then took it into his arms, as if he fell into King Fu's arms so rudely, King Fu used a little force and then picked up Wanruo, went directly back to the bedroom and put her gently on the bed, helping him cover the quilt; "What are you going to do? Didn't you just toss me enough, did you? "It's like saying that while trying to lift the quilt, I'm ready to fight against King Fu." Don't move, I said I was wrong just now, why don't you forgive me? What should you do if you catch a cold when it's so cold? And the child in your belly, you really don't let me worry. King Fu said in an elder-like tone, as if it was Wanyu who had done the wrong thing, not himself.

Wanruo's heart is really cold, can a word of sorry solve the problem? He was obviously the one who did the wrong thing, why is he still so arrogant?

"Forgive the prince for not caring about Wanruo, but like a child in the womb, no wonder you are so cruel to me, fortunately I have a child in my belly, otherwise I may have been beaten into the cold palace by you a long time ago, because I am not a saint anymore, I am not clean. Great Literature" Wanruo's tone was cold, but it was a bitter smile, separated by darkness, so King Fu couldn't see the bitterness and sadness on his face, and at the same time, he couldn't see the guilt and distress on King Fu's face.

King Fu knew that the only thing he could do now was to endure her displeasure and let her vent to her heart's content, otherwise what could he do? King Fu hugged Wanruo, who was not submissive, and couldn't help sighing, and blew into Wanruo's ears in one breath, as if he felt itchy, hearing his sigh, Ranruo sighed slightly unconsciously.

King Fu's fingers were wrapped around her hair, and he whispered tenderness in her ear; "Like; I promise that I won't be like this in the future, I won't be guilty of any crimes, I won't be like this to you, as long as you don't promise me that I will never touch you anymore, how can I only care about the child in your belly, if there is no you for me, it is meaningless, I don't remember what I just said, but those are all drunken words, don't take it to heart, if you are still angry, then hit me a few times, scold me for two sentences, I am most afraid that you will torture yourself, because I will feel sorry for you You know? My heart hurts to see you uncomfortable, and I know it's useless to say anything now, as long as you can get angry. Fu Wang's tone was soft and full of sincerity, and he really hoped that she would forgive him.

It seems that after listening to it, he didn't say a word, and he wanted to cry, but the tears had already dried, and the feeling of wanting to cry without tears became more and more bitter at the moment.

"Ikawa; I've come all the way here in the hope that you can protect me and give me warmth, but why do you do this to me? You are really cruel, what is the difference between you treating me like this and the devil and the emperor in my dreams? If you really can't accept me, then let me go, let me fend for myself, I don't want to live like this, it's not enough to let other men be humiliated, even my men treat me so cruelly, I'm not your man's plaything, I'm not. It was as if waving a pink fist and slamming this Murong Yichuan's broad chest, her tone was full of despair and helplessness, I don't know why whenever Murong Yichuan treated Wanruo so cruelly, there would always be two lights and shadows in her eyes, the Murong Yichuan in front of her would overlap with a man in her memory, and the vague influence in her memory made her unable to tell whether it was the emperor or Murong Yichuan, but there were also scattered fragments in front of the emperor's eyes, but it was completely different, The emperor and the person in his nightmare overlapped, but Murong Yichuan overlapped with the lingering vague shadow in his memory, the ink-like deep eyes, the cold face, the slightest pain, she never talked to Murong Yichuan about the figure in her memory, she just wanted to find out who that person was, but Murong Yichuan treated her cruelly once, she had a feeling that the cold face in her memory should be Murong Yichuan, but she still didn't believe it, She didn't believe that he was cruel to herself in the past, although the emperor said last time that Murong Yichuan didn't love him at all in the past, but she still didn't believe it, didn't believe it.

Murong Yichuan faced the pain that seemed to be there, he just hugged her tightly and sighed one after another; "Like; I'm sorry, I swear to God that I won't treat you like this in the future, I will definitely treat you well, you will always be the purest in my heart, how can I not accept you, I would rather give up on myself I can't give up you, okay, what's going on tomorrow,"

As if she was slowly quieting down, she really didn't have the strength to fight against King Fu, she was lying weakly in his arms, she wanted to escape, but he still trapped her tightly domineeringly.

Not far away, there was the sound of a rooster croaking, and it was about to dawn.

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