Anti-Travel: Princess Travels to Modern Times

Chapter 142
In a blink of an eye, it was early autumn.The cold evening wind penetrated into her bones bit by bit.As if the soul was out of the body, he just stood blankly in front of a golden early chrysanthemum, silent!

Junhao stepped forward, took the blanket and hugged Yuanzhu's thin and petite body into his arms, and gently covered her with a thin blanket.

"Yuanzhu, it's cold here, let's go back!"

Yuanzhu stared blankly at the front, as if her soul had come out of her body for a moment.Jun Hao looked at her and hugged her, obviously right in front of his eyes and in his arms, but why did he feel so far away!

A few days after being discharged from the hospital, although she was not as aggressive and disgusted with him as before, she began to accept his tenderness, his thoughtfulness, and even sometimes, she would watch herself lost in thought.But he always felt that she was looking at another person through him.

He told himself, don't be sad, don't be sad, don't mind, now, he is very satisfied!He desperately told himself this, but he suddenly realized, no, not satisfied at all!
He was born with a strong possessive desire and a tyrannical factor to destroy others.He has never been willing to be inferior to others, let alone his beloved woman hug him and think about others!

That's a shame!

These days, he has been enduring, enduring the rage in his bones.He didn't want to hurt her, and he didn't want the harmonious relationship they had so hard to get to disappear under his impulse.

Yuanzhu, I want you to always have only me in your heart, only me!

He swore secretly, and the strength in his hand became heavier unconsciously.

Yuanzhu, who was in pain, raised her head hurriedly, and what she touched was Jun Hao's faint smiling face.However, she still caught the fleeting glare in those sea-black eyes.

My whole body trembled unconsciously, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in my heart.

Junhao let go of one hand, raised his hand to brush Yuanzhu's hair on his temples, and said softly, "Yuanzhu, are you hungry?"

With a tender expression, a doting tone, and a gentle touch on the cheek.Such gentle intimacy made Yuanzhu even more at a loss.

Zhuo Yang, is he Zhuo Yang?
A touch of melancholy strikes between the eyebrows, and the lightly frowned black eyebrows are like distant mountains, making people feel affectionate for no reason.

"Yuanzhu, how old are you?" According to historical records, when the Song Dynasty fell, Emperor Ji Yuanzhu was only 17 years old, and she had not betrothed her beloved.

Yuanzhu froze for a moment, looked up at Junhao, facing that handsome and flawless face, always feeling a little helpless and terrified.Biting her lips and bowing her head, she murmured, "Seventeen!"

If the Jinren were a few days later and bloodbathed the court, they would be almost eighteen years old.At that time, she was almost an old girl. If the father still wanted to get her, he might betroth a better minister.The life of a daughter born in an emperor's family is sometimes more humble than that of ordinary people.The father and king have so many daughters, many of them are used for political marriages, to win over ministers, and to get out with relatives...

Seeing her ravage his lips, Jun Hao felt a little distressed.It turns out that she is so small!The cool and thin lips pressed against the round and clean forehead, and he smiled lightly.

"Yuanzhu, what kind of man is Zhuo Yang?" He knew that his question would easily make her panic and sad, but he couldn't help it, couldn't help wondering, what kind of man did he lose to?

The Yuanzhu in his arms trembled all over, and Jun Hao added some strength to his hands, trying to embed the Yuanzhu in his own flesh and blood, so that he could completely possess her.I love her so much that I am obsessed with it almost pervertedly...

"Warm, Zhuo Yang is like the sun, warm and bright!"

(End of this chapter)