With her waist tightly hugged, Fu Yue could see Yan Jun's beautiful and slender hands as soon as she lowered her head, with pale knuckles and extremely smooth lines. At this moment, the hands were trembling slightly.
He kept muttering to himself: "Don't go, don't go..."
The black jade-like pupils were a little dazed, and Yan Jun was staring at a certain place in mid-air at this time, with a stubborn and pitiful expression.
Fu Yue sighed helplessly, she lowered her tone and said, "Let go of me first, stand up and say anything."
This is an emperor anyway, how could he kneel in front of her without dignity
If the courtiers of Beiliang see this scene, why don't they tear her alive
Yan Jun pursed her lips and did not speak, maintaining her current posture without moving. It wasn't until he saw Fu Yue frowned in displeasure that he hastily moved his eyes away, and opened his lips a little helplessly.
"If you want the world, I will give it to you, whether it is power or the throne, I can give it to you. As long as you live well, live well..."
Yan Jun was really scared, he was really scared.
The world without her is cold and strange.
In the past few years, he has hardly had a good night's sleep. Day after day, he had nightmares. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the picture of her falling down in front of him.
Night after night, pain over and over again.
Now she stood in front of him alive like this.
How lucky to find it again.
"I will give you whatever you want, Yun Ke, I have never been your stumbling block. I was dazed before, and I regretted it a long time ago..."
"If you want this world, I am willing to help you get it. I am willing to be the sharpest sword in your hand and clear away all obstacles for you." He gently held Fu Yue's hand, and then piously on it Print a kiss on the ground.
The eyes are soft and gentle, and the eyes are cautiously probing, like an abandoned cat, sensitive, always afraid of being abandoned again.
"I'll accept whatever you want, just don't leave me... okay?"
This is already very humble.
It must be a lie to say that there is no touch in my heart.
Fu Yue took Yan Jun's hand behind her back and pulled him up from the ground. Seeing the strands of white hair on his head was a bit dazzling. Her eyes moved, she looked away with some difficulty, and asked: "Back then, I cheated my death. You... don't blame me?"
Yan Jun glanced at the hand he was holding, and then heard Fu Yue's words, he bent the corners of his beautiful lips in a daze.
"I'm extremely glad. Fortunately, fortunately, it's all fake."
He tentatively raised his slender fingers to pick off the silver mask on Fu Yue's face, and as the mask fell off, he revealed the familiar face that haunted him, just like it did back then.
Xuebai's fingers moved down, and Yan Jun's fingertips caressed her face.
"I love you."
A sudden confession. Again as expected.
"Fortunately, there is still time to say this to you."
When Yan Jun said this, his voice was slightly hoarse.
The reunion after a long absence turned out to be such a scene, which was a little different from Fu Yue's imagination.
She thought that Yan Jun would blame her.
The result is not.
He crouched down in front of her in a very low posture, quiet and pitiful, like an abandoned puppy, with dark eyes and wet softness.
It's really hard to say no to.
Yan Jun said, "Let me stay with you... okay?"