Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 294 – A Mino of Misty Rain, Half a Flower of Bodhi
"Okay, I will temporarily act as the Li Qingmei you all miss! Half an hour! I only give you half an hour!"

"The premise is that you dress neatly first! Also, please be polite when you are in heat!"

"Thank you!"

After getting her promise, Sikong Que quickly began to put on his own robe carefully, and she could even hear his steps towards her as if they were eager.

"Can I...can I hold you? Just simply hold you!"

"Well! You only have half an hour!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lightened up and fell into his warm embrace again.

He broke up her messy and wet bun, and was slowly stroking her hair with his fingertips as a comb.

Immediately, he carefully wiped her wet hair with a soft cloth with his domineering aura.

"Qingmei, when you left me, we were six years apart, but now, the difference between us is less than three years! Since you left, I have lived as a husband like a walking corpse!"

"You are the most cruel woman in the world, you don't even give your husband the chance to die!"

"All these years, you haven't even been in the dream of being a husband! I...I really can't hold on alone!"

At this time, Sikong Que was already sobbing. He vented all the tears and grievances he had endured over the years, saying that men don't cry lightly, but at this moment, he was actually crying more from joy.

He didn't know why his wife couldn't remember the past bits and pieces, so he could only try to wake up her memory through his explanation in a roundabout way.

Huyan Qingmei broke her promise, she did not act as Li Qingmei for half an hour.

Instead, for a whole night, until dawn, as Li Qingmei, she listened to Sikong Que and Li Qingmei's past.

She didn't realize that her own emotions had also become turbulent in the joys and sorrows of their love, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying.

And Sikong Que has been carefully observing the changes in her expression all the time, hoping that she can have a little touch on her past...

"After you left, your loyal servant Eri Yi did not leave the palace immediately, but knelt at the gate of the Zhaoming Palace and told me bitterly of my infidelity. She scolded me well! Let me wake up, maybe we won't be separated forever!"

"The day when she got poisoned... I still remember it... That day she bled from seven holes, and she gouged out her eyes in pain! Pulling off her hair full of black hair, the pillars in front of the Zhaoming Palace are still there. Retaining the dent she made when she hit the pole..."

"I hate you so much! Why do you make decisions for me! I hate you..."

At this time, her shoulders were already wet with his tears, she stretched out her hand, and gently patted Sikong Que's twitching back that was crying.

"Just because she loves you, if it were me, I would do the same!"

"Emperor Yunlie, look away, I feel that the only queen in the sky is the soul, and I hope to see you live a happy life!"

"Is it still a failure..."

Sikong Que rubbed his red and swollen eyes that had been crying for a long time, and his tone was a little frustrated and lost.

She listened to her own past all night, but she still seemed indifferent, as if she was really listening to other people's stories.

"What failed?"

She held her ears, feeling a little bewildered.

"It's nothing, it's dawn, you wait here for me to come back, I'll send a distress signal, and find some food by the way!"

"it is good!"

After a sleepless night, she couldn't help but yawned.

It was still misty and rainy outside the cave. At this time, Sikong Que was wearing a coir raincoat, looking at the bodhi flowers at the entrance of the cave that had been destroyed by the heavy rain, not knowing where to return.

(End of this chapter)