Looking at King Jin, who looked quite serious, and then felt the big hand that was slowly rubbing against his waist and gradually becoming warm, Li Qingmu's face completely turned pale.

In the previous life, the two did have the reality of husband and wife, but in this life, Li Qingmu didn't want to have anything to do with the person in front of him.

The body rolled into the bed, and before King Jin's hand had time to stick it again, Li Qingmu wrapped himself in a brocade quilt without leaving a gap.

In a panic, Li Qingmu's expression flickered and he didn't dare to look at King Jin, "Even if I can't kill you in three years, it will be three years later." ”

Three years is enough time for her to run.

King Jin's hand did not approach the Jin quilt again, but hugged Li Qingmu with the brocade quilt in his arms, and then buried his head between Li Qingmu's neck.

Li Qingmu's hands were wrapped by himself, and he couldn't stop King Jin's movements, so he could only stared at King Jin's ears with wide eyes, and his heart was beating straight, shaking his ears to buzz.

She gasped for breath and didn't dare to move again, and after she calmed down, her ears were full of King Jin's breath except for her own heartbeat.

In this way, there was a stalemate with a cup of tea, and Li Qingmu's miserable little face climbed up with a touch of ruddy due to the heat. The hands curled up in front of his chest and clutching the brocade quilt tightly became numb because he couldn't move, and his breathing became unstable as King Jin pressed half of his body on it.

And King Jin, who buried his head on the side of her neck, breathed calmly.

Li Qingmu struggled for a moment, and half of King Jin's body slid towards the bed, and instead put his left hand across her chest.

After a long sigh, King Jin fell asleep.

There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and his long, thin eyelashes occasionally moved, casting a shadow like a small fan on his face.

Li Qingmu turned his head and looked at King Jin, who was sleeping soundly, and was stunned for a moment.

It's not that she hasn't seen King Jin when he sleeps, but it is the first time she has slept peacefully like this.

At that time, even when he fell asleep, his brows were furrowed tightly, and the corners of his mouth were pursed, as if he was experiencing some kind of suffering.

It's completely different from his face that always smiles during the day.

At that time, she always used her slender little hand to caress his eyebrows when he was asleep.

Again and again, and again and again.

She wanted to soothe all his sorrows and troubles.

But she could caress the wrinkles between his brows, but she couldn't soothe the pain in his heart. So she just stood silently beside him, raising her head to chase, never daring to ask for anything......

is so humble that even she herself has forgotten that she is the most favored fifth princess in the Dashun Dynasty, the fifth princess who grew up in the palm of her hand since she was a child.

It's a pity that she never walked into his heart, never!

Squinting his eyes slightly, Li Qingmu shrank his head into the brocade quilt, covering the corners of his moist eyes and his increasingly reluctant gaze.

King Jin, who was asleep, felt the little person under his arm shaking constantly, and opened his somewhat hazy eyes.

After a momentary trance, he understood where he was, and remembered what had happened before he fell asleep.

His heart tightened, and King Jin's brain completely sobered up.

Li Qingmu in front of him came to assassinate him, he didn't expect that he would sleep so soundly on her side.

But fortunately, Li Qingmu didn't take this opportunity to make a move, otherwise he would have gone to Huangquan at this time.

The brocade quilt moved again, and King Jin took back his left hand that was horizontal on it, and wanted to pull the brocade quilt up by the way.

He wanted to see what Li Qingmu was doing with him inside.