The pink queen is a thief: the emperor should be calm

Chapter 479 [Fantasy is so obsessed 4]

"I never thought pear blossoms were beautiful before. When did you fall in love with pear blossoms?"

"From the time I..., from the time my relatives left." I almost talked about the time when my mother died, but now my "mother" is still alive and well.

I lowered my head, thinking that I almost said the wrong thing just now and was afraid that he would get angry or ignore me.

But I thought too much, he actually hugged me and sat on his lap, and said: "From now on, I also like pear blossoms, because people look at them with happy eyes."

The first time his lips touched my skin, I was on fire, I was about to melt.

I only expect him to smile, I only expect him to say a few words by my side, I only expect him to keep me within sight.

But he hugged me, kissed me, and told me that he was happy because of my happiness, and my heart melted instantly.

I never wanted anything extravagantly, but the most extravagant thing is here right now.

In this life, I thought I was captured by his eyes, because I was captured by his words and kisses.

Forever and ever, sometimes it will end, I only hope that it will still be accompanied by him.

Year after year, the Queen of the New Moon also gave birth to a child, who was said to look very similar to the Emperor of the New Moon.

I am envious and jealous of the Queen and Emperor of the New Moon.

What I envy is that they can be so affectionate, the emperor can favor only one of the three thousand beauties in the harem, and the queen can dominate the emperor to death.

What kind of things have these two people experienced to be so inseparable?

I wonder, I'm jealous, and I also think it would be nice if he could do it for me.

But I know that I am too greedy, it is impossible for me to speak, and it is impossible for him to follow suit.

This may be the limit for me.

I envy them at the same time I'm jealous, I'm jealous that they can attract his attention no matter what happens.

Until the news came that the Queen of the New Moon gave birth to a child, he was drunk all night, and smiled bitterly: "Why not me, why must it be him."

His pain made me finally understand at this moment that I have always replaced the queen of the new moon.

There are spicy things in the food every day. I always thought it was his taste, so no matter who it is, there are more or less spicy things in the meal.

(End of this chapter)