The deeper the love, the easier it is to see the scars, and the love is too real, so it is difficult to give up.

It was as if he had given Murong Yichuan a resounding slap with the last of his strength, and there was a heartbreaking sound in the dark night.

The moment that slap fell on the man's face, it was as if he felt that his palm was burned by fire, and suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be pierced by something, such pain, and some scattered fragments flashed in his memory, as if he had slapped this man, but the related memories were so scattered. It was a winter night, as if on the day of the confinement, she was tossed by the drunk Murong Yichuan, but he was crazy about her body by shouting other people's names, and also gave him a slap with his last strength, the burning of her palms broke her heart, she lay on the bed weakly, her eyes flowed like beads with broken threads, last time he was drunk, but this time, this time he was so sober.

Murong Yichuan covered the slap with his hand, his face seemed to be burned by fire, and he also unnaturally remembered the night when it was like a full moon, that night he was drunk because he saw her and Zhongli Wenjun in Merlin during the day, so he was angry, so he wanted to take revenge on her, but this time, this time she didn't do anything, she actually treated her so rudely, and she actually vented her anger against the emperor on her in such a way, how could this be? I actually gave up the deal with the emperor for her, so I should treat her well and cherish her.

Murong Yichuan slowly sobered up, and the anger in his heart slowly returned to a latent state because of this slap.

In the dark night, there was still a weak cry, and King Fu sighed deeply.

After a long time, a long time, the crying slowly stopped, and she slowly sat up from the bed, facing the Fu King, but the night prevented them from seeing each other's expressions clearly. "Why are you doing this to me?" Although Wanruo's tone was peaceful, there was a hint of rigidity and a hint of resentment, and the night couldn't let the other party see her resentful eyes.

Murong Yichuan was silent for a while and said; "I know I was a little rude to you just now, I shouldn't have done that to you, I promise there will be no next time for something like this, isn't your punishment of a slap in the face enough? Like; The only person who has beaten me in the past or now is you, only you. There was no trace of resentment in his tone, just that kind of pampering.

It's like a cold smile; "Really? Then I should feel honored, is there any difference between you and the man in my nightmare treating me like this? You say, every time you have been in need for so long, I don't follow you, why are you still not satisfied, you-" As if she couldn't go on, she didn't want to talk about being pregnant at all, she felt that this was a happy thing that needed to be shared, and this was not the time to say it.

When Murong Yichuan heard that he was talking about himself and the man in her nightmare, the fire of his anger hurt again, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed his arm like a lotus root, her soft body fell into his arms as soon as he exerted his strength. Murong Yichuan grabbed Wanruo's shoulder hard, and said in a stiff tone; "Don't compare me with the devil in your heart, whether he is a human or a ghost, he is not worthy to compare with me, unworthy." Murong Yi bit hard as he spoke, and that bite almost gnawed off her delicate flesh, like a painful grin.

"Ikawa; What the hell is wrong with you today? You went to the palace and came back, how did you seem to be a different person, you never treated me so rudely in the past, is this your nature, you have always treated me like this, or have you been impatient with me? As if she wasn't struggling, she just let him hold her tight, but her heart overflowed with a trace of bitterness, and suddenly she didn't know what her position was in his psyche, was this a bed partner, a bed partner who was ready to give him what he wanted, or a tool for him to give birth to a child?

Murong Yichuan's slender hand lovingly touched his face as if there were still tears remaining, and the tenderness of the past seeped out little by little, "Like; Actually, it's not like this, I've already said that it's me who is wrong this time, I shouldn't vent my displeasure to you, I won't be like this in the future, you just forgive me this time, okay? You know that my heart flutters when I see your tears, really. Murong Yichuan's sentence was really like that.

"Do you really care about me? Do I really matter that much in your psyche? It was like a question full of expectations.

Murong Yichuan nodded heavily; "I'm afraid you're sad, I'm afraid you'll cry, I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable, I'm afraid you'll ignore me, I'm afraid you'll be angry, I'm afraid you'll be lonely, I'm afraid you'll be upset, I'm afraid you'll be unaccompanied, I'm afraid you'll show your face for others, I'm afraid you'll be ......, in short, I care about your heart, your love, your body, your soul." , The more Murong Yichuan spoke, the more excited he became, and there was sweat in his palms.

Women often like to listen to what men say in love, and neglect to pay attention to what men do, and now it seems to be the same, she faced such a fiery confession of King Fu, a heart was completely captured, she thought that such a proud man actually had such a confession, it was really rare, it was really rare, maybe this was really his heart.

After King Fu said this, he suddenly felt that his heart was much brighter.

(Sweat rains down, and the heat dies.)