Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 15 Wolf ambition, male servant Jiu Zhao (2)

The man's warm fingertips blocked her cherry lips, preventing those words he hated to hear the most.

What the fingertips touch is the faint lip gloss on Princess Feitian's lips. Every day, he personally adds the most beautiful scarlet color to her lips.If possible, he is willing to guard her for the rest of his life...

It's a pity that he can't do anything——

His fingertips brushed her pale cheeks, Jiu Zhao smiled at her, his most beautiful and gentle smile, this life is only given to Yu Feitian.

"You are not allowed to speak foolishly, Feitian, you will not die, you will become the queen of Mogu Dunhuang..."

"So... please tell me, how long can I live?"

He shook his head, and he told her: "Don't live for yourself, please live for Mogu Dunhuang."

She looked at him quietly, couldn't help sneering, and slowly sat down. Her body was weak, and she couldn't stand and walk for a long time. She was sickly and weak since she was a child. The queen of Mogu Dunhuang could never be hers.

She is used to being a princess ignored by everyone...

Only Jiuzhao cares about her. Every day and night, she and he are not simply guarding and being guarded.

She said, "Jiu Zhao, I just want to live for you." 
She doesn't care about any power or status. She has always had a good life with him by her side.

He laughed again, and clasped her five fingers again with his fingertips——

"Then make a deal with me."

"Deal?" She was puzzled, what belonged to her was given to her by him, what else would he want from her? "Jiu Zhao, what do you need?"

"You and I are forever."

As soon as he said this, he obviously felt the slender jade hand that was holding him tightened.

He didn't give her a chance to refute, he bewitched her: "Don't say you and I can't - so what if you are a princess? What if you are a male servant? Could it be that... liking you can only be a permanent imprisonment? Feitian, I think Always by your side, life and death go hand in hand."

"Nine Zhao..."
She stared at his pupils: the dull golden color, like the dark yellow of gravel in the black clouds in the sky, beautiful and deep.

(End of this chapter)