The Demon Empress: The Snake King Imprisoned

Chapter 161 The Hate That No Much Love Can Replace 1
Peach-blossom eyes were light, the fake handsome fox turned sideways slightly but did not avoid my grasp, he stretched out his slender fingers to wrap my hand in his own, sighed softly, and said with a smile: "Honey, I'm back."

"Did you come back because you missed me?" At that moment, I suddenly felt like crying.

"Of course." He replied without thinking.

"What about the oiran?"

"gone."

"So have you ever slept with her?" I continued.

"No."

"do you love me?"

"Love."

"Then do you know that they want me as a sacrifice?" When I asked this sentence, I looked at him with wide eyes, not letting go of any trace of expression on his face, which was the same as the one that flashed in his peach blossom eyes. Dodge too.

"..."

The pseudo-junhu opened Zhang Yanhong's lips, and swallowed the answer that was about to blurt out abruptly. His eyelashes like butterfly feathers spread their wings, and he slowly closed those delicate peach blossom eyes. Slight superficial injury and pain.

"You really know... you really know—" My tears flowed down my face, I shook off his hand, I turned around and smiled slowly, with tears streaming down my face.

Knowing that Nangong Wanqing showed me the commentary on the sacrificial offering, but thinking that I would not cry when I left this imperial palace and never come back, knowing that Nangong Junxie treated me well because I never cried when he treated me as a sacrifice, but fake handsome Fox, how can you break my heart with just one look.

"Is it your masterpiece that I have traveled so far? Is that red shadow I saw when I went to find Nangong Junxie the other day?" I wiped my tears with my sleeve, turned around slowly, and looked at you with a blank expression. He was also expressionless.

Pseudo Junhu twitched his lips, but didn't say a word, just looked at me silently, his peach blossom eyes were no longer twitching lightly, and there was no longer a playful expression inside, the hurt and pain reflected in those pupils at this moment were more profound It stimulated my aching heart.

Not speaking means acquiescing, and this answer already speaks for itself.

(End of this chapter)