Jin Li wiped her tears and nose with a handkerchief, and said angrily, "Why don't you say anything?"
"Say what?" He was confused and worried.
"Coax me!"
A certain vampire turned his head and looked at the pretty face of his wife's red eyes and nose, and said nothing.
Fortunately, he used to have eight princesses, but he didn't learn more about coaxing women's rhetoric.
After racking my brains, I finally came out, "Li'er, if you are still sad, just hit me!"
Beat him? She had never beaten him before!
However, he is often unwilling to please, and always hurts his hands and feet, and is bullied by him on the bed and cannot get out.
Even though she thought so in her heart, she pursed her lips and made a thick nasal "Hmm...", considering his suggestion quite seriously.
The phoenix eyes gleamed, faintly reflecting his apologetic and anxious handsome face.
The two Wang Tongren are as pure as obsidian, and as straightforward and innocent as a child.
He saw that his eyebrows were clear and his face looked like jade, he saw... After experiencing these ups and downs, he was still unique in her heart, so his heart trembled and his soul was trembling.
But because of this, the more I don't know what to do with her, and I don't know what to do with her.
She is like a cup of honey, over time, condensed into crystals, sweeter and more stubborn, more difficult to melt, but also more intoxicating.
Every time I face her and smell her breath, the longing in my heart is always deeper than before.
This longing, the heart, belly, and every bloodline in the body has become a strong sense of emptiness, which needs to be filled urgently.
This feeling never faded with the passage of time, but gradually became stronger... to the point where he lost control.
The thought of holding her is holding three little women, coaxing her is also coaxing the three little women. This emptiness and longing can be comforted, and the sense of happiness overflows magically, and can't stop it.
She couldn't resist the burning under his eyes, sighed in frustration, tilted her head and leaned affectionately on the side of his neck, rubbed his forehead against his slender and white neck, and stroked his chin with her hand, gently...
This little movement seemed to be totally unconscious, as if it were dictated by habit, as if it was just seeking a touch of comfort.
However, she clearly felt the panic and loneliness in his heart.
He was afraid of going back to the past.
The kind of loneliness that lasted for a thousand years, he didn't want to suffer a second time.
In the past, the eight princesses were pure vampires, with noble blood, arrogantly ignored him, and most of them were driven by desire, killing innocents, extravagant, and brutal.
In such a hustle and bustle, he weighed his interests for revenge, to gain a firm foothold, to learn to live in harmony, and to obey the cursed fate of vampires.
However, he was born with two souls in his heart, one is a dark and ferocious vampire, and the other is a holy and immortal person.
Ruxian is inherited from his mother, who always warns him and reminds him how to survive is the right thing.
However, the other one dragged him into the abyss... he dragged him tightly, not letting go for a moment.
In the silence, the two souls were fighting and arguing in his body, the kind of loneliness and panic, everywhere, pervasive, no escape.
He struggled again and again, longing for warmth and peace, and did not want to be suffocated and numb.
Therefore, the two of them should enjoy it for a long time, and they can't always hesitate in suspicion and deception.
She avoided him coldly, just trying to teach him how to get along, but she didn't really want to leave.
She murmured softly with her slender arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"I don't want to hit you. Every time I hit you, it hurts my hands."
His heart warmed, but his body stiffened a bit because of her tightness, and he couldn't help holding her tightly.
"Your powerful grandmother just trained me. If she listens to our conversation and knows that I'm hitting you, won't she skin me?"
"The royal grandmother scared you! When we finish dealing with the matter here, we will return to Mori City as soon as possible to live our own lives. She has King Ao, so she doesn't bother to pay attention to us."
"Okay, but... from now on, whatever you do, you must tell me. As your wife, the mother of your child, I should also know if you are taking risks, if you are looking for love, if you are tired of me... and from then on Go away and never come back."
"Stupid girl! I will never leave forever. I will tell you no matter what I do in the future."
After being reprimanded like the emperor's grandmother, she stubbornly insisted on what she thought was right.
No one has ever been so true for his safety, to care for him, to protect his happiness.
A heart was shaken by her again, happily almost aching, and the pain almost rolled out tears.
There was a loud bang, and the things on the table were swept away by him. The cutting board, the fruit knife, and the silk tablecloth fell all over the floor, and a few fruits rolled away interestingly.
"Li'er, are you fully recovered?" He said every word.
Although he is fully in control of her every move, he still wants to hear her answer in person.
She bit her lip in shame, and answered in a vague voice, "No!"
In this way, will he calm down
Unexpectedly, there was no desperate dissatisfaction on his face, a wicked smile flashed across his eyes, as if he thought of something happy.
He took the lip grease extracted from the petals and applied it to her lips. The faint sweet pink made her skin radiant and radiant.
"Aren't you in a hurry? I heard from the mother that you are the busiest person in the entire imperial camp!"
"That said, even though Aifei, you were angry, you didn't forget to care about this king!"
She bulged her cheeks, stopped talking, and looked at him angrily.
"Concubine Ai, don't worry, this king has never forgotten to eat during his busy schedule, and he is in good health."
The corners of her lips smiled crookedly again, and her phoenix eyes smiled like a half-full moon.
Hearing what he said, she turned her head and looked into the mirror...
On the flying bun, the crown is brilliant, the pearls sway gently on the side of the face, reflecting the skin white and greasy like snow, smiling beautifully, reflecting on a red robe, with a fresh and sweet warm, elegant and extraordinary Qiyun.
It is true that there have been eight princesses, this skill, others are afraid that they will not be able to learn.
She forcibly suppressed the awkward tingling in her heart, stood up and held Yu Lansi's big hand.
"Aming, I forgot to say thank you."
He held her hand back, and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, "Do you want to touch up your makeup?"
As her husband, drawing eyebrows for her is the most common and trivial thing.
"For brother."
She drew her hand, drew her skirt elegantly, and knelt down solemnly.
This kneeling, Shengsheng took him a few steps back on his knees.
"Thank your Highness for everything he has done for my brother. After my brother was transformed into a werewolf, his temperament was violent and at a loss. His Highness helped him up again, tempered him, and gave him a home. Whether this home is for use or other purposes , It is finally complete, and his Royal Highness also rescued his brother-in-law and nephew from Yuyong. For this reason, Jin Li...Keep it in his heart, and dare not forget it in this life."
It turned out that he and she should be so polite
Since she was so solemn... He clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and solemnly cooperated.
"Su Jinli, if you didn't save this king, you wouldn't have everything today, so if you are grateful, thank yourself."
Jin Li knew that he was angry for his politeness, so she didn't pull his arm to make herself boring.
After carefully tidying up the tablecloths and cutting boards scattered on the floor in the inner room, she went out.
Yu Lansi was standing in front of the door waiting for her, seeing his son learning martial arts over there, his anger had long since dissipated.
Jin Li stepped forward, took his arm, and watched with him.
He froze, deliberately not looking at her.
Yu Feng was on the grass on the left side of the carpet in front of the tent, teaching Nangong to be really angry.
His moves are just as they are, elegant and unruly, domineering, unhurried, elegant and steady.
Nangong would like to learn all the same, the petite body, and Yufeng's tall, contrasted with each other.
The guards around, the palace people couldn't help but raise their lips.
The queen mother sat on the high-back chair from the side, holding her arms free, her phoenix eyes were also full of smiles.
Yufeng talked about the heart formula. After pouring the true energy into the ground, the true energy was like a dragon. It fled three feet away, bursting out a thin white air, and the grass blades flew up and down.
After Nangong watched it intently, his qi sinks into his dantian. After he exerts his power, his true qi enters the ground, but he...
Everyone followed the sound to see, but not far behind his little silver boots, a piece of dirt exploded.
Su Wushang, who was in the arms of the Queen Mother, covered her little nose pretentiously and shouted exaggeratedly.
"Brother, fart... Smelly!"
The guards of the palace around, suffocated with the urge to laugh, but couldn't help but let out a sparse low laugh.
Nangong's small face suddenly became pale, "Su Wushang, try it if you have the ability!"
The little fat Dun'er, who had just stood steady, flew out of the arms of his great-grandmother, and landed next to his brother.
Nangong would like to wrap his arms around his chest and give him a way out.
Yu Feng squatted down and smiled to help Wushang pose.
"First condense the qi in the belly, and then work hard downwards..."
"Yeah!" The immature voice of the baby was absolutely powerful, and the pair of bright star pupils also promised.
Yu Lansi was faintly worried. He really wanted to remind Yufeng that Wushang had never practiced the inner strength mental method, but... it was too late.
The little guy was eager to ask for good, and before Yufeng got up, he "poof..."
Yufeng looked at his feet suspiciously, did not find any traces of infuriating energy, but smelled a stinky smell.
Wushang maintained that posture and dared not move.
But before others had spoken, he himself yelled awkwardly, "Brother, Lala... Smelly!"
Nangong was so angry that her face turned pale, and she rolled her eyes helplessly toward the sky. This stinky boy always likes to blame him for bad things!
"My brother didn't pull it, it's Shanger Lara!"
The little guy wanted to cry without tears, so he could only repeat the ending of his brother's words, "Shanger... Lala! Stinky..."