All night, Yun Qianwen slept very sweetly and steadily, with his warm breath around her, and a strong sense of security surrounded her.

When she woke up, the sky was just bright, and when she opened her eyes slightly, she saw Chen Youliang looking at her sideways with one hand on his face.

"You woke up so early." She rubbed her misty eyes sleepily.

Chen Youliang was silent, looking at her red face, he really wanted to gnaw on it at this time.

"See what I do? Shame on you! She said as she hid under the covers and didn't come out.

But the temperature of the quilt was extremely high, and her little hand inadvertently touched him, and she retracted her hand like an electric shock, ready to dodge.

Chen Youliang was willing to let her go, and reflexively encircled her under him, his dark eyes were like a pool of deep water.

"Alright, it's time to get up!" She put her hands on his chest, her fingertips inadvertently touching his solid chest.

"It's not dawn."

He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips...

Inside the bright yellow curtain, the temperature rose again, and the two fiery hearts were tightly together.

The movement inside, Zhou outside the door heard it clearly, she strongly wanted to rush forward and knock on the door, but she had no choice but to stop, it was always inappropriate to disturb her son's good deeds at this time.

She began to scold Yun Qian angrily in her heart, this little vixen, who is obviously pregnant and happily pestering her son, is really a vixen.

But she had no choice but to stomp her feet away in anger, and went straight to the cell where the blacksmith father and son were imprisoned, and the blacksmith father and son were chained to the fire, and they had been tortured to the point that no one was a ghost.

The moment Zhou came in, the two of them trembled with fright, they had never seen such a Zhou, at this time she was different from before, she was not only new, dazzling, without a sluggish expression, at this time her eyes were full of hatred made them creepy.

If that strong hatred turned into flames, the father and son would probably be melted to ashes.

She hated them, hated them for beating and scolding her, giving her to drink rancid water, eating glutinous food, and pouring her to drink child-avoiding medicine, so that she was still weak.

hated that their father and son took turns bullying her, and sometimes even bullying her together.

Personally holding the salt-stained thorn whip like a vengeful female devil, she slammed at the father and son who never treated her as a person, she tried her best to vent the dissatisfaction in her heart, the cruelty and cruelty in her eyes, and her son withdrew as before.

The tongues of father and son had already been cut off by her, and they couldn't howl.

In the end, it was not until the father and son were dying that she dropped the whip, how could she let them die like this, she wanted to keep their lives, torture them every day, make them worse than dead, and live better than dogs every day.

After coming out, the stuffiness in her chest also went down, but the shadow they gave her in the past lingered now, she just wanted to enjoy the family fun with her son, but his heart had been bewildered by Yun Qianwen's little vixen.

The first rays of sunlight in the early morning refracted into the Hall of Eternal Life, the bed curtain was lifted, and the dormitory was bright.

Yun Qianwen leaned lazily into his solid arms, listening to his feverish heartbeat, in fact, she had a lot to say to him, but she didn't know where to start.

"Why do you have time to stay in bed with me today, aren't you very busy every day?" She looked up into his eyes and asked softly.

"Nothing is more important to me than you." He looked at her in his arms with a smile, and her skin was still white and red after lingering, exuding an attractive color.

"You're starting to learn to say sweet words to coax me, too." She pinched his chin gently, how could this man be so good-looking, how to look good-looking.

Why didn't I think he was so good-looking before, could he belong to the Naikan type of man?

After falling in love with him, she always felt that her life was good.

And his mouth seems to have learned to be sweet, no, it should be said, he has always been sweet, and inadvertently blurted out the numbing words of love, causing ripples in her heart.

"Didn't you say something to make me happy, huh?" He shaved the bridge of her delicate nose dotingly.

"How can I coax you, every time I say the truth." She corrected unconvinced, she did sometimes coax him, because he ate her very much, but most of the time, she still said what was in her heart.

Chen Youliang looked at her vividly and lovely, gently hugged her shoulders, and stared at her seriously:

"Qian'er, for a moment I really thought I was dreaming, you used to reject me so much, disgusted with me, but I really got you, and you still have our child in your womb, do you say I'm dreaming, if that's the case, I'd rather never wake up again."

Yun Qianwen also felt a lot when he heard this, put his head on his big arm, and said softly:

"I used to think that you were a ruthless, cold-blooded and selfish guy, and I never thought of intersecting with you, I hope it was a dream, wake up and restore everything, I am still the same me!"

"Silly girl, if it's really a dream, you can't wake up, you can only be entangled with me for the rest of your life." He stroked her hair dotingly, and since he was with her, he laughed more and more.

"I don't want to be with you for the rest of my life!" She retorted.

"Huh?" He was a little displeased, what did she say? I didn't want to be with him for the rest of my life, so I stretched out my big hand and prepared to pinch her softness and teach her a good lesson.

"We've been through so much together, I can't leave you anymore, I want you to be with me for the rest of my life!" She looked at him fixedly and said seriously.

"Okay, let you live forever!" He kissed her forehead affectionately.

Yun Qianwen raised his eyes and smiled sweetly at him, stretched out his slender arms around his slender neck, buried his face in his neck socket, and felt the warmth emanating from his body.

This winter, with him, it will no longer be cold.