Qingle Palace.

The man's long body sat upright on the soft edge, and his broad palm pinched the delicate slender wrist on the couch.

The thick sword eyebrows were not extended, and the half-lowered eyes stared at her beautiful face, full of thoughts.

He remembered that there was once a person, who was as strange as her, who was obviously a living person, but had no pulse.

The man had left behind a precious moment in the deepest part of his memory and then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He had searched all over Beiling but to no avail, as if she had never appeared in his life, and since then his memory of her has been stuck in that teenage age.

The changed temper of Xixi is exactly the same as her, he once suspected that she was back, but he was struggling to prove it, so he could only be taken out by her little by little with his heart.

His fingertips rubbed lightly against her wrists, and he thought, is it really her?

There are many things in the world that cannot be explained, and it is better not to investigate them without investigating them.

But it was about her, and he had to think about it more.

Just as he was thinking, the man on the couch moved slightly, and he leaned over and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek behind her ear.

Su Xi opened his eyes from his sleep, and the man's solemn facial features came into view.

"Xixi," he smoothed his frowning brows, and the corners of his lips curled with a gentle smile, "Drinking so much, are you punishing me?" It's clear that it's very undrinkable. ”

Su Xi withdrew his wrist from his hand, turned his back to him, and said nothing.

I have to admit that her heart is still sour.

As soon as she saw him, even her liver qi was stagnant, but she couldn't complain about anything.

He is always reminding himself that he is a king, and he cannot be so selfish as to think only of himself to occupy him, but put him in a place where he is criticized.

There are three thousand beauties in the king's harem, and he can like whoever he wants.

Even if it's not generous, pretend to be generous.

"I'm so sad, I ignore me," he stretched out his slender arms and encircled the person into his arms, "It's all my fault, and I made Xixi unhappy." ”

Although he felt that he was innocently wrong.

But there are some things that are just so hard to say.

Su Xi turned his head to look at his good-looking face.

Originally, she made up her mind not to pay attention to him, but once he was gentle with her, she suddenly couldn't give up.

She once suspected that she was the one who indulged in gentleness.

"I suddenly wanted to drink something when I had nothing to do today, and I accidentally drank too much." She persuaded herself to swallow all her emotions as if nothing had happened.

Looking at her delicate face with unhappiness clearly written on it, and stubbornly pretending to be nothing, Ling Juncheng's eyes were more gentle.

The knotted fingertips tapped her vermilion lips, and he opened his lips slightly: "I know that Concubine Wen has come." ”

Hearing this, Su Xi was silent.

"No matter what she says, don't believe it," he stared down at her, his eyes deep, "I have only one person in this life, and this person is you." ”

Su Xi raised his eyes and looked at his good-looking eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart.

I think it's really like this, but he's not an ordinary man.

And she remembered that he still had a sweetheart in the play, if she suddenly appeared one day, would he still remember every oath he made to her?

He is the man that all women in the world want, and she is just an ordinary woman with a good skin, and liking such a man is basically giving herself a suspended death sentence.

She was deeply disturbed, but she was already deeply trapped in it.

After handing over his own people, his heart was also handed over with him.