There were moments of love, and memories flickered. Great literature

The sky slowly brightened, and the darkness disappeared from view.

Murong Yichuan barely closed his eyes from waking up to dawn, and the one in his arms seemed to have fallen asleep, he hugged her tightly, as if he was like a little snake tightly coiled around Yi Chuan's body, although it was already dawn, but it was like a deep sleep, and Yi Chuan couldn't bear to disturb her.

Murong Yichuan looked like she was sleeping, her face was slightly flushed, her eyes were closed, and her cigarette brows were slightly wrinkled, as if something difficult was bothering her in her sleep. Murong Yichuan looked at Wanruo but was full of thoughts in her heart, as if she was now nineteen years old, and she would soon be the mother of two children, but she still had the innocence and shyness of a girl, and also had the gentleness and charm of a young woman, compared to her previous kind of fireworks that did not eat the world, after becoming a mother, she was more mature, and more and more feminine, but she was not a stunner who could be played with at will.

Murong Yichuan's hands wandered back and forth on his smooth skin, thinking back to everything a few hours ago, his heart was still full of guilt, recalling that he had lost his memory for more than half a year, Yichuan's heart was full of emotion, but there were various tastes intertwined. The great literature Murong Yichuan feels that he and Wanruo have only been married for more than half a year until now, they have almost no intersection in the first half of the marriage, every time he asks her, he is drunk and brisk, and he can't feel her tenderness, from the time he began to be moved by her, her heart has been given to others, although he wants her people, but he can't ask for her heart. In the early stage of amnesia, although the two of them shared the same bed, she could hug this soft little body, but her inner demons were not removed, and she still couldn't want her, and finally after a while, she was important to be able to get her and get her heart, but she always hurt her inadvertently, thinking of this, Yi Chuan's heart was guilty, Murong Yichuan and Wan Ruo have been married for more than two years, and they have already said that the familiar shape is like holding the right hand with the left hand. But for Murong Yichuan, it seems that he still has that irresistible charm, holding her delicate body is like embracing the whole world, and holding her delicate body will burst out of his body with infinite power. He secretly swore that he couldn't be greedy, he couldn't hurt her, she had their flesh and blood in her belly, but he still treated her like this, it was really undeserved. Murong Yichuan thought so, but felt that Wanruo's body in his arms was a little hot, and touched her forehead, as if she really had a fever, Murong Yichuan wanted to call Chunhong in, but he was afraid of disturbing Wanruo's dream, so he wanted to get up slowly, and then go out to send Chunhong to pass the imperial doctor, Murong Yichuan grabbed her tighter when he moved, and he muttered to himself in his mouth; "Take me away, let's go to the end of the world together, get out of here, get out of here, take me away. "Great literature" Her voice was very small, but Murong Yichuan still heard it clearly, he vaguely felt that the person who called in his dream was not himself, not himself, Murong Yichuan was not a self-inflicted amorous person, he felt that the man who appeared in her dream was definitely not himself.

It was as if she had just been raped by the emperor, and she wanted to die, but no, when Leng Cui and Zhongli Wenjun met, at that moment he only hoped that Wenjun could take him to the end of the world. As if powerless and desperate to throw himself into Wen Jun's warm embrace, at that moment he really hoped that time would be frozen like this, but reason still prevailed over emotion, and she finally left Wen Jun's arms after tears.

What I saw in the confusion was a face as warm as jade, as well as the tender eyes, which flowed with tenderness, as well as the joy of seeing each other after a long absence, and the inseparable lovesickness.

"We can't go, we can't, we can't." It's as if he's still muttering to himself; "Like; Wake up, wake up. Murong Yichuan was about to end her dream, he knew that the man in the dream was definitely not himself, maybe, maybe it was the person he didn't want to think about the most, how could it be? How could she dream of that person?

As if she was still in a state of enigmatic dreams, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, Murong Yichuan no longer had the patience to look at her to make her dream too brilliant, Yichuan unconsciously rubbed the soft peaks, but his movements slowly eased down, as if he was awakened by this feeling of some pain and some numbness.

As if she woke up and felt that her entire body and brain had been hollowed out, without a trace of strength, her two small hands subconsciously hugged Murong Yichuan's arms.

"I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable." It's like a gossamer.

Murong Yichuan asked in a low voice; "If, where are you uncomfortable suing me, I will immediately go and find you the imperial doctor."

"I'm uncomfortable anywhere, my heart is uncomfortable, my body is uncomfortable, you don't care about me, don't care about me." As if she wanted to break out of Yi Chuan's arms as she spoke, her consciousness was already awake at this time, and the events of last night were replayed in her mind again, and her heart was once again deeply stabbed by the knife, she didn't want to be in his arms, she felt that he was like a demon.

Murong Yichuan originally wanted not to argue with Wanruo, but thinking about Wanruo's dream just now, he couldn't help but ask; "What did you say you just dreamed about? What did you dream of? "Wanruo still heard the domineering of Yichuan's tone, and at this time, he was still so domineering to her, and Wanruo's heart was a little chilling;" I-I dream about what has to do with you. As if her eyes shook the plastered face in her sleep, through a thin layer of mist, she couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but what she saw was the tenderness and gentleness of that person, that person was a little familiar, as if she had met in a sea of people, but she couldn't remember it, she was desperate in her dream, but she hoped that the warm person could take her away, leave, did she really want to leave? When I woke up from the dream, my heart was still a little tangled.

"What are you dreaming about?" Murong Yichuan's tone was a little heavier, and his inky and deep eyes carried a bit of the majesty of a judge.

Tears flowed out of the house; "You don't ask me if I'm okay and ask me what I dreamed about? You are really so domineering, you have to control me when you are awake, and you don't even let go of my dreams, can't you give me a little free space? There was a hint of despair and innocence in her words, and there was a kind of rebellion that belonged to her.

Murong Yichuan's fingers pinched the skin that seemed to be the fattest, and he said in a low voice; "I said that domineering is because of love."

After Murong Yichuan finished speaking, he pushed Wanruo away from his arms, and then he sat up with a bone.