When Lan Jing'an woke up, it was already past the hour, except for Bi Luan who forcibly came in once, Lao Du didn't stop him, and no one else dared to enter the inner room to disturb the two.

Bi Luan looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and Xie Weining, who was half leaning on the head of the bed and watching her lovingly, angry like a fried cat. But as Xie Weining gently shook his head at her for fear of waking Lan Jing'an, she didn't know how to vent her anger. She glared at Xie Weining fiercely, warned him with her eyes, and as soon as she slammed the curtain, she still followed Lao Du out.

Poor Lao Du, for the sake of his master, he suffered again. Lao Du thought over and over again in his heart, these two are too difficult to serve. It's just the master and the big secretary, why hasn't Biluan seen him for a year, and he has also raised such a big temper in the Red Army? Fortunately, Su Mei saw the past situation, treated him well, gave him medicine, and helped him cook, which made Lao Du almost grateful.

Lan Jing'an was already a little overworked because of the fact that Tianjing Guan couldn't overcome for a long time, and after a whole night of worrying last night, the whole person was stretched to the limit. Suddenly, everything was solved, and in the familiar environment, her physical and mental exhaustion was released, and this sleep was really dark.

When she woke up, Xie Weining was tilting her head sideways to look at her. Facing his affectionate eyes, Lan Jing'an suddenly woke up in fright, and sat up from the bed. Xie Weining saw her movements and laughed sullenly. Lan Jing'an was desperate when he saw the heaving of his chest caused by laughter.

It's over, it's over, it's really all over now. She could explain everything before, but now, she couldn't quibble. Lan Jing was as relieved as a drum, and hurriedly slid towards the end of the bed, but was grabbed by Xie Weining's wrist.

Lan Jing'an gritted his teeth and scolded him: "Xie Weining, let go!" ”

Xie Weining was now sweating away, and his face had regained that clear but uninhibited look, he deliberately leaned in the direction of Lan Jing'an, forced her against the back wall, and then said softly: "It seems that you haven't woken up yet, and you don't know if you use the wrong name." ”

Lan Jing'an struggled for a moment and found that Xie Weining had the strength in his hands, but he refused to let go of her. She was angry, and wanted to take her hand out, but in the end, she was still worried about his injury, afraid that he would lose too much, so she gave up struggling, and only used words to show her attitude: "Prince Xia Jiuhuang, if you don't let go, I don't mind stunting you." ”

Xie Weining saw her fierce and inward-looking appearance, and he was even more fearless: "Chang'an, although I am seriously injured, I can still protect you and myself." Unless you call Bi Luan or Feng Shen in, I don't think you can stun me. ”

Lan Jing'an was anxious: "You think I don't dare?" ”

Xie Weining said leisurely: "What don't you dare." In this world, there is only one thing left if you don't dare. ”

Lan Jing'an guessed what he was going to say, changed his tone, and hurriedly sealed his words: "The two of us will talk seriously for a while, can't we?" ”

"Ten years." Xie Weining didn't answer her words, but said these two words. Lan Jing'an was stunned, not knowing why.

"I've been doing it for you for ten years, and I almost lost you." Xie Weining finished the second half of the sentence, and Lan Jing'an, who was stalked, was suffocated.

Xie Weining's body leaned forward again, and Lan Jing'an had already clenched his other hand into a fist, ready to give him a look. Anyway, he didn't have to worry about his life now, and if he did anything more, she could really hurt him again, at most let him lie in bed for two more days.

Xie Weining stopped a foot away from her, and his outstretched left hand slowly leaned towards her face. I haven't seen him for more than a year, and his fingers are still so white and slender, only on the back of his hand, there are still that faint traces. Lan Jing'an's clenched right fist unconsciously let go a little.

His fingers lightly touched her skin, and a little tremor on his fingertips reached Lan Jing'an's heart. At this time, Xie Weining's face no longer looked like a game, and he looked at her intently, like looking at the most beautiful scenery in the world. Lan Jing was stable and trapped in his deep and shallow eyes, unable to move. They just stared at each other, quietly watching themselves in each other's eyes.

Lan Jing'an didn't know if it was his eyes that were red, or if his own eyes were red. He was like a curse for her, her meanest side, her most unspeakable secret, and her truest desires.

Xie Weining's fingers brushed her cheek, taking away a tear from her, and then slid to her clenched lower lip, her mouth gradually opening with his movements. A star's salty bitterness was endlessly magnified between Lan Jing'an's lips.

He lightly touched her left wrist and slowly shook her fingers. A little, a little temptation to get closer to her. One grip into the air, one palm into the fool. Lan Jing'an fell into the agony of the battle between heaven and man.

"Chang'an, I miss you so much." This is the second time Xie Weining has said this. Lan Jing'an's right fist suddenly loosened, her struggle, her resistance, all meaningless in an instant.

She was suddenly embraced by him, lying on his shoulder, she clearly captured the smell of hibiscus leaves, those times when he accompanied her through difficulties, those days of dependence, reappeared in front of her. The string in Lan Jing'an's heart broke, and he suddenly cried uncontrollably. Why? Why did she want to meet Brother Qingyun after she met him?

Xie Weining hugged Lan Jing'an tightly, eager to embed her in his body. No matter how painful his wound was, he couldn't care about it. Ten years, whether it is a chance encounter or an entanglement, he is like a gambler who has gambled on his net worth, and he can no longer get out. He had missed her too many times, and he was too afraid to lose again.

Knowing that it is wrong, why do you fall step by step? Knowing that you shouldn't look back, why is it still so difficult to separate? Lan Jing'an had no answers, only endless chaos. She closed her eyes, but suddenly remembered Brother Qingyun's sentence "It will hurt too". Lan Jing'an finally relented, broke free from Xie Weining's embrace, and opened his mouth in pain: "Yanping, I'm sorry, I can't." ”

Xie Weining was desperate, pulled her into his arms again, lowered his head and kissed her. Lan Jing'an turned his head sideways, avoided his lips, and begged him with tears: "Yanping, don't do this." We can't. ”

Xie Weining's eyes were full of pain, and his words cut Lan Jing'an's body like a knife, making her life worse than death: "Chang'an, why do you still lie to me?" Why lie to yourself? You have me in your heart, don't you? I'm willing to leave the Xia Kingdom for you, and you will also leave the Qianjun, okay? Let's go back to Bonan Mountain and never meddle in the world again. Chang'an, let me give you a home, a home that belongs to us, okay? ”

Lan Jing'an cried a mess, her morality, her reason, her great cause of revenge, her feelings for her family and country, and her almost faithful love for Xiao Qingyun finally became a high wall, isolating her from the dream he promised her, and she couldn't ask for it.