Next. Sparse and mild sunlight slowly seeps into the room through the cracks in the doors or windows. And what is presented in front of you at this moment is a vivid picture.

Between the couches, Yinyue lay up straight, her body dark, and her face darkened. The condensed eyes looked at Xiahou Cheng who was riding on him without speaking. The voice of the voice was cold with a hint of anger: "Are you not the strength of last night's wine?"

Xiahou Cheng's handsome face is indescribably well-behaved. At the same time, his narrow eyes full of charm were contemplating something in the deep silver moon. Still quietly pouting her pink lips. seems to be coquettish, but in fact it is really coquettish: "I miss you......" The voice is very soft, domineering and affectionate. But the hands he stretched into the silver moon's obscene clothes were not so gentle.

Yinyue has been holding up with Xiahou Cheng's unbridled hand on his chest. A serious warning to him: "I think I can. But you don't have to pinch so hard. No matter how I say it, I am also human flesh and blood."

Yinyan Xiahou Cheng's face was still very soft just now. It's as terrible as blood in an instant. There is also an obvious reason, and that is the leniency of the silver moon. made him arrogant: "Do you have blood. Do you have meat. Lao Tzu is out all day. Someone doesn't even feel the slightest thing. I know how to fall asleep."

Yinyue listened to Xiahou Cheng's words as if complaining. I don't feel like I've just suppressed someone's lenient look. Changed to a cold face: "Is it. Last night, the deity snatched you back from your fourth brother's arms."

This voice and tone were so obvious that it stimulated Xiahou Cheng. As if his body was on fire, he moved from Silver Moon's body to the inside. Sideways and constantly sneering: "Hehe...... Is it. How I don't remember the fourth child holding me back. Then I haven't done anything to be sorry for you. Probably not."

Hearing this, Yinyue's lips didn't feel slightly hooked. Xiahou Cheng knew this too well: "What do you think?"

Xiahou Cheng looked at Yinyue's expression and thought for a while. Only then did he tentatively speak: "I think...... Definitely not...... Otherwise, I would have been lying here now."

For Xiahou Cheng's answer. Yinyue nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned sideways to face him. Stretch out your right hand and place it on his waist. Constant caressing. At the same time, a smile appeared on his face that was difficult to guess and did not know the meaning. The voice was also soft: "That's because you promised to use your mouth ten times today."

"......" Xiahou Cheng almost weathered and died on the spot because of this sentence. Ten times. Not once..

"Do you want to kill people?" Xiahou Cheng only felt that he would definitely not agree to such a pathetic question. He hates to give him a mouth the most. Leak in it every time. It made his appetite lose all day. And still ten times. Is this going to make him pour his appetite for a year.

"Do you want to deny it?" Displeasure floated on Silver Moon's face. The gloomy aura was therefore constantly warning Xiahou Cheng.

Let's talk about it once. Xiahou Cheng can still endure it, and that's it. But ten times, even if he is the king of heaven, Lao Tzu can't stand it. And every time the silver moon lasts that long. So this time there is no discussion, he will directly deny it to the end: "What about Lao Tzu's denial. I'm not done with you."

After humming, Xiahou Cheng got up and was about to pass through Yinyue's body. The question is, is Silver Moon the kind of person who can let him pass through easily? The answer is: no

"Xiahou Cheng stepped out from here easily. It's really not that easy to get in again. Weigh it yourself. It's really not okay for the deity to go out and walk twice. Only people should take the initiative to dedicate themselves." A change from the usual ruthlessness and threats. Silver Moon begins a psychological war that is soft on the outside and black on the inside. So he's ten layers sure this guy won't go.

At this time. Xiahou Cheng sat there stunned and kept the action of going out. Not because of the words of the silver moon just now. He was happy for him, he could hide his emotions without a cold mask. Let yourself gradually become flesh and blood.

Yinyue sat up with Xiahou Cheng and looked sluggish for a while. Didn't see him react to himself. Then he asked, "Do you want to go?"

"I love you......" Xiahou Cheng raised his head and focused his gaze completely on Yinyue's body at this moment. His face was filled with affection because of his words. His eyes were even covered with layers of mist because of his words. A touch that you won't notice unless you look closely.

"Huh...... Fool ......" turned over and smiled at Xiahou Cheng with a slight tilt of his head. While the smile is covered all over the face. His dark, powerful face suddenly pulled over his body. Tightly suppressed in his arms.

The hustle and bustle outside the house further sets off the quietness in the room. The sunlight that sneaks in through the cracks in the window also becomes warmer and more dazzling over time.

Xiahou Cheng just let Yinyue suppress him in his arms. Leaning on his shoulder. Listen to the beating of your heart in your chest. He wanted to say, 'It's nice to have you,' and he wanted to say, 'It would be nice if we could always be together like this,' but he did say something sinister: "You can't kill Daddy."

A few simple words made the endless tenderness poured out of Yinyue's body completely disappear. Because of this, his secretly strong hands suddenly pushed away Xiahou Cheng's body. His face was darker than the color of his eyes: "You said that you love me just to pave the way for not killing him."

The cold, piercing voice followed his voice and returned to its former self-respecting appearance. But Xiahou Cheng didn't have much mood swings. He understands Silvermoon as much as Silvermoon understands him.

"The thing that doesn't let you kill your dad doesn't need to be foreshadowed by words of love for you at all. But...... If you insist on killing him. I'll be with you with my life."

Before we know all the truth. Xiahou Cheng has already made corresponding thoughts about this. Now that he knows everything back then, he can't stand idly by. He knew that King Ning didn't tell the truth in order to protect Yinyue. Likewise, what's wrong with his poor father?

Obviously, because of Xiahou Cheng's words. The dark face of the silver moon instantly turned as terrifying as the bottom of a pot. But he still held back the small pinch of fire in his heart: "You say it again."

Xiahou Cheng's heart can be described as mixed. No matter what he does, anything will indirectly hurt him. But one day he will definitely understand that all people are loved by him. No one is happier than him: "If you insist on killing your father. I will accompany him with my life. If you really love me. Then please don't touch a single hair of my father for my sake."

"Haha...... Haha......" Yinyue raised her head arrogantly because of Xiahou Cheng's oath-like words, and laughed out loud.

Look down and smile. The moment when he stared at Xiahou Cheng with sharp eyes and cold air. The slender hands crumpled around his neck. Without a trace of emotion, he said: "Who do you think you are. Do you think I'll let him go with my life? Do you know how to see your loved ones who laugh and play with you every day fall in a pool of blood?"

The hands around the neck are very hot and hot. It's hotter than every time I see caressing his body in bed. But he didn't know how much his heart hurt. No one understands that he just wants to protect the people he loves the most.

"Perhaps...... I...... I really don't know...... Your heart...... How painful is it...... But...... Please don't...... Let me...... Heart...... Pain ...... "Because the palm of Yinyue's hand is secretly tightened. Xiahou Cheng's strength in speaking became more and more painful. But compared to his tearful eyes and pained look. It makes Yinyue feel distressed even more.

Hand loose. Xiahou Cheng didn't bother to ask about the sore throat like a needle: "Let go of the hatred for my father. If it really has to kill him. I'll take his place."

"You know I'm not going to kill you. And now you want to persecute me like this." This sentence opened Yinyue's mouth and simply roared out. How could he have killed him. If you really want to hurt him. I wouldn't have fallen in love with him in the first place. It's rare to have someone who you decide to love after your father and mother die. Now he is persecuting him like this.

Xiahou Cheng shook his head. Know his pain. But if he knew the truth, he would regret what he had done: "No...... I didn't persecute you. I'm just telling you. The right choice."

"Huh...... Yes." Silver Moon didn't go to see him again. He was scared, his eyes were dark and tearful. Because there is too much reluctance.

"Dad loves you no less than I Xiahou Cheng loves you. So. Keep this love. Remember what it feels like to be loved."

Silver Moon's fists clenched secretly. He heard the sound of tears falling down his skin. That slammed into his heart. It was because of this sudden suffocation. It made him realize how much he cared about him.

But. The matter of not killing Xiahou Xiang is really not that simple. After all, nightmarish hatred has been haunting him for more than a decade. Can't forget.

Xiahou Cheng quickly grabbed Yinyue and got out of bed, his arm with his back to him. Begging again, he said, "Whether you can let it go or not. Xiahou Cheng or that day Xiahou Xiang must live. If there is no Xiahou Xiang in this world. Then Xiahou Cheng died early on the street. Even trampled on corpses. So I'm not just talking."

Yinyue listened quietly to Xiahou Cheng's words. He didn't shake off his hand. The feeling of scorching warmth made him reluctant. Very reluctant: "Do you insist on this?"

"Yes." Xiahou Cheng replied without hesitation.

Yinyue broke away from Xiahou Cheng's hand and turned around. Bow down slightly. His hands held his face with pity at the same time. He spoke very seriously: "Then you have to live well. If he dies, I'll kill him."

Tears drip down like a source of Yan Kuan. His good-looking handsome face distorted. Did Silver Moon agree? Really agreed.

Xiahou Cheng's trembling heart didn't know what time to do. There are actually a lot of words in the exit, but they have been transformed into a 'um' word.

Silver Moon looked at him tenderly and weptly. Although he didn't speak. But he gently and tirelessly wiped away the tears that dripped from his cheeks again and again.