Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 474 The man's fingertips caressed her gently

The man stood at the door of the woman's room with his hand on the doorknob, but he hesitated!

He didn't open it, and leaned against the door frame in a daze.

From leaving at noon until now, the harsh words she said have been circling in my mind——

[I heard people say that love has a warranty period, and no one knows when the day when love will die quietly. If the day when Liu Nian and I part ways and the fate ends, it is always inappropriate to wear this blood jade bracelet. 】

Before she had anything to do with him, she was ready to break up!

His anger has not gone away, and it is impossible to go away. In essence, this problem is very serious.

It's like getting a marriage certificate in the morning, and coming over with a knife in the afternoon to argue with you for a divorce, it's no different.

What is meant by the day when the fate is over, is it because she was forced to accept him from the very beginning that she has such thoughts and is ready to leave him at any time?
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The man sighed slightly, then turned the doorknob and went in.

The room was dimly lit, and he wasn't quite used to it when he entered so suddenly.

After a while, after getting used to the light, he moved to the bedside and looked down at her.

The woman's quiet appearance was a little more delicate and quiet, and her bare arms were as slender and tender as smooth.

Just looking at it like that is enough to arouse a man's strong desire to protect.

Ji Liunian sat down gently, followed by the bed and sank a little.

An Qiyue wasn't really sleeping. To be precise, she should be closing her eyes to rest because she was mentally tired.

Therefore, from the moment the man entered the door, she knew it was him.

She smelled the man's approaching breath, opened her eyes suddenly, and met the man's dark eyes.

His eyes are very bright, like the North Star hanging in the night, shining brightly, but he is too aloof and self-admiring.

The man's fingertips rubbed her slightly red and swollen eyelids, and his voice was low and faint, without a trace of emotion.

He said: "What on earth is it that can stimulate you unconsciously in twos and threes?"

An Qiyue bit her lip and remained silent for a long time.

Her eyes were a little sore, her throat was hoarse and uncomfortable, and she faintly felt that the man seemed to know something.

Ji Liunian withdrew his hand, got up and walked to the balcony to open the curtains.

Accompanied by the sound of "哗啦", the halo of redness in the room spilled in, it was beautiful!

An Qiyue slid out of the bed and looked sideways at the man.

The man under the light and shadow has a handsome and vivid side face, a tall and straight figure, and his hands are casually resting on the window sill.

He slightly raised his neck, his gaze fell out of the window coldly, as if he was trying to think about something.

The wind blew through his hair casually, making him as handsome and evil as a prince in an oil painting: the years are quiet and beautiful, the artistic conception of stability in this world, and the enchanting incomparable!

As if knowing that someone was watching him, Ji Liunian turned around, his phoenix eyes were still as cold as frost, and he was still waiting for the woman to answer his question.

But, obviously, she didn't intend to explain why she was in a coma.

He met her slightly swollen eye sockets, walked over, and laughed at himself indifferently.

"I was wounded twice before and after, and I didn't see you shed a single tear for me. I don't know who your bloody eyes are crying for, and it made you faint from such grief. July, don't you Are you going to explain it to me? This way, it’s better than me making random guesses!”

He used declarative sentences, and his voice was warm and flat, even a little warmer than the usual tone of flattering her.

But what he said contained a touch of bitterness, which was so aggressive that An Qiyue couldn't resist it.

(End of this chapter)