I don't believe I'm wearing a book

Chapter 202 Deception
It's the truth!
The person 'Qiao Yue' loves is Situ Yu!
It's always been Situ Yu!

Qiao Yue subconsciously retorted.

Just as he was about to blurt out, his lips were gently covered with his hands.

Rong Qing looked at her deeply, and her originally gentle voice also sank immediately: "Even if Yue'er really doesn't want to admit that she likes her, she shouldn't use someone like Situ Yu who has a harem of three thousand as a shield. Could it be that this Is being seated in Yue'er's eyes so deceitful? Even Yue'er can't tell whether she likes Situ Yu or not?"

Qiao Yue: "..."

She was at a loss for words.

The thoughts in the brain were running rapidly, and thousands of thoughts flashed very quickly.

"If Yue'er is really like what she said, she has a deep-rooted love for Situ Yu, then I can fulfill your wish now! Whether it is a queen or a noble concubine, as long as it is what Yue'er wants, I have the ability It can be done. Yue'er must be very clear about this point."

"No!" Qiao Yue became anxious when she heard that she was going to be forced into a pair with Situ Yu.

This hastily blurted out the stop, but it immediately exposed her guilty conscience.

Qiao Yue: "."

"No!" She shook her head again, trying to argue: "This princess doesn't mean that! Although this princess likes Brother Yu, it's true, but this princess doesn't want to force him. Unless he is willing, this relationship will fail. The original intention has changed, but the taste has changed.”

Rong Qing's eyes were completely dark, and there seemed to be a vortex constantly surging, expanding and intensifying, as if it wanted to pull Qiao Yue into it and entangle her tightly.

"As long as you think about it, there are many ways to make Situ Yu come to him willingly, and promise that he will never look at other women again in this life." As soon as the words came out, the voice was more like the twelfth lunar month, making Qiao Yue unconscious Just shivered.

Qiao Yue was dumbfounded: "."

This reaction is obviously wrong!

Obviously, if an ordinary couple encounters this situation, the man should be so angry that he scolds the woman, then turns around and leaves.

No matter how bad it was, the man was too angry to make a move, and severely dealt with the object whom the woman favored.

But no matter what, it shouldn't be Rong Qing's.

Directly and magnanimously said, if Qiao Yue really loves Situ Yu so much that she can't extricate herself, then he can also bear the pain in his heart to help Qiao Yue and fulfill her wish.

Don't they all say that a man has a lot of self-esteem, and the most unbearable thing is being rejected?

How come Qiao Yue is here, but the other party is so 'wronged' that he can send her to another man directly for her happiness?
Qiao Yue suddenly became suspicious. Rong Qing, did he really like her?
Thinking of this, her heart ached, as if she had been pricked by a needle.

Very sharp pain.

Make her unbearable.

At this moment, however, the chin was raised again, and the line of sight that had already begun to drift away was forced to look at the other party squarely again.

The look in Rong Qing's eyes was completely indisputable.

The clear blue that Qiao Yue was familiar with in her memory disappeared, and turned into a large swirl of dark swirls, constantly pulling her to sink
"Yue'er, answer me. Dodging and evasive like this is not like your usual style."

Speaking of this, Rong Qing suddenly pressed her heart with one hand, gently, but completely unable to make Qiao Yue ignore the scorching temperature.

"Yue'er should actually understand. The reason why I am so stubborn today is because I want a real answer from the bottom of Yue'er's heart. Yue'er wants to deceive herself like this all the time, has she ever considered me?" Rong Qing said. In a word, pressing harder and harder.

Originally, he didn't want to force Qiao Yue so quickly.

It's just that Qiao Yue's sudden departure this time made Rong Qing subtly sense the crisis... He can no longer continue with her in a tepid way like before.

(End of this chapter)