Playing to the death and cheating on you

His body is still so cold, like someone who has been tormented in ice and fire for a long time, every step he takes, every step is a bleak footprint, painted by black charcoal, and his eyes are full of desolation. 【26nbsp;】

How did you get to this point? ? ?

It's the eldest princess's false accusation 3f The second prince's five-drum ** incense 3f3f

Was it the last trap shot by that dying Tang Qilang? ? ? ? ?What terrible evidence did he give His Majesty?

He turned over, making an indistinct sound.She was afraid of disturbing him, so he had already stretched out his hand to push her away. In his dream, unconsciously and in a daze, he just felt the scorching heat and couldn't help but wanted to push her away.

Shui Lian clearly felt this resistance, but she still didn't let go, and still hugged him quietly.When he turned over, she took a veil and wiped off the sweat on his forehead and body.

Then, the two still faced each other like this.

This was unimaginable in the past. She always wore pajamas every night when she slept. No matter how close the husband and wife were, she never changed this habit.Until now, until the hot and cold man beside me.

Maybe I know it, and I can't hold it for a long time anymore, right?

At this time, His Majesty's body became obviously warmer.She hugged him tightly, feeling that the previous paleness and coldness were gradually fading away.

Slowly, really, he fell asleep.Not a coma, but a sound sleep, with a peaceful and steady sound from the end of his nose.

She felt relieved and felt happy.

In this life, the days when she slept like this with her arms around him were actually so many, so many.It's just that those days were too heavy, every second, trembling, respectful, serving a man seemed so humble.

Only now did she know that she was important, very, very important—in his heart, she seemed so important and so equal.Even hating... He also hated her.Oh, that's great, she would rather he hate her than be as unpredictable and unpredictable as before.He, in fact, is just a weak, haggard, poor man who has lost his vigor and is dying. . .Not some mighty emperor at all.

She laughed.

He also quickly fell asleep.

That sleep was very long.

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