In the room, only Di Ming Jue and Muyan who is still asleep are left.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the girl's sleeping face, the cold light in his eyes slowly became softer and more persistent.
Her fingers caressed that picturesque and beautiful face in the air, wanting to caress, but she remembered her accusation against herself in the ghost market, and hung in the air annoyed.
Muyan's skin is so tender and delicate, as if it could be broken by a bullet, if he touches it, what if it hurts her again and wakes her up
Di Ming Jue frowned slightly.
While thinking about who I am, isn't it natural to touch the woman I like
While thinking of Muyan's angry expression in the ghost market, he felt trembling at the same time, he still couldn't let go of the hand hanging in the air.
The doctor's words suddenly sounded in my ears, "Your wife is fine."
Muyan is his wife, his wife.
Di Ming Jue's ears feel slightly hot, and an inexplicable joy is bubbling in his heart.
The gaze slowly falls from Muyan's jet-black hair, round and smooth forehead, dense long eyelashes, and straight Qiong nose to that pale pink lips.
Even after a long time, he still remembers the sweet taste of that lips.
Every day and every night, it makes him linger in his dreams, longing for another taste of fragrance.
Although he promised Muyan, he would pursue her until she fell in love with him with all her heart.
But since it's the doomed ending, it's only natural for him to exercise a little bit of power as a husband now, right
Di Ming Jue's ears are reddish, and his eyes are burning.
With one hand propped beside Muyan's face, the body slowly bent down, little by little, getting close to the red lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time.
Just when his lips were about to grab those soft lips like peach blossoms, savoring the sweet fragrance.
Suddenly, a powerful profound force struck from between him and Muyan.
Di Ming Jue is caught off guard, and is actually pushed back several steps by that force.
The charming desire is interrupted, Di Ming Jue's expression is so ugly that he wants to kill someone.
Sen Leng looked at the side of the bed, the one who disturbed him and Muyan.
I saw a little boy who was just over the edge of the bed standing in front of Muyan, staring at him coldly.
The handsome little face is tense, a pair of ice blue eyes exactly like Di Ming Jue's, full of vigilance and vigilance.
"What do you want to do to mother?"
The little milk's voice was icy, full of sternness that no one should enter, and her aura was actually more terrifying than an adult who had been in a position for a long time.
But once he finished speaking, Xiao Bao no longer cares about Di Ming Jue.
Instead, he turned eagerly and looked at Muyan who was lying on the bed.
The person in front of him has a beautiful complexion, but his face is almost transparent, even the originally bright red lips are as white as rice paper. The long eyelashes drooped, and there was silence, as if he would never wake up.
Xiaobao's eye circles turned red all of a sudden, he tightly held onto Muyan's fingers, his small body trembling slightly.
Endless panic and fear welled up in my heart.
But he was never a crying child, so he just leaned against the edge of the bed and uttered a thin cry like a cub, "Mother, mother...don't leave Xiaobao... Xiaobao will be obedient..."
Muyan lying on the bed seemed to sense something, her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Di Ming Jue frowned, snorted coldly, picked up Xiao Bao's collar, turned around and walked out.
"let me go!!"