Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

The sound of a porcelain bowl falling on the ear was crisp and cold, his hands were splashed three or two points warm, the wax did not move, let the man smash everything in front of her and smile gently.

Her eyes were full of darkness. Her laughter made him want to destroy her. She held her up beside her. The dragon was not silent and ruthless. "What I can do doesn't mean you can do it! ”

“And what you want me to do, I have to obey, right?” Smiling, suddenly reaching for the neck of the dragon, “for example, you want me to serve you now? ”

She deliberately provoked him! Dragon's eyes were slightly dimmed, he took the steps toward the bed, sat on the chair and locked her in his arms.

“Want to know what I was laughing about?” I don't struggle, I look at the pieces of debris on the ground ghostly: “I was laughing before I drank porridge, because I was thinking that if I mentioned the matter of going to White House again, you would be angry, you would be angry, you would fall, I haven't eaten yet, if you fell, I would be hungry. Later, I didn't want to take this medicine, I pissed you off, you would drop the medicine bowl...”

He had already seen that she didn't want to take the pills, but she easily provoked her anger, only that she did so much, just not to take this bowl of pills? He couldn't guess through her heart when he was trying to measure every day of the week.

“Five or seven is dead, I feel bad, I can only find some fun to relieve. I am going to the White House, I just want to worship five or seven, I am not going to go alone, of course, if you don't have time or don't want to go, you can send any of your relatives to come with me. ”

“He's dead, maybe it's nothing to you, but I really know what it means not to kill Berlin.” Xuan smiled and the tears fell.

“I will accompany you, I will accompany you wherever you go...”

She heard his voice scattered around her ears, and then fell on her face with his warm lips, neither of whom spoke, and she cried sadly and low on him, and his lips swept around her tears.

What happens after you cry? It's not like the child has been wronged. Every time he cries after his temper, he can rejoice and rejoice.

There are things that can never be repeated, like time, life, mind, choice.

“Dragon, do you remember when I told you I always had a feeling you'd kill me again? I think if one day you had to make another choice between me and her, you'd still pick her. ”

Xuan didn't know why, but the words slipped out of her lips and she lifted her head out of his arms, staring straight at the ground.

Maybe it was a grievance, maybe it was a hunch, she had a blank brain, but she said those words calmly and indifferently, with a smile in her mouth.

When she laughed, tears pounded and she hurried to wipe her hands off, but the more she wiped them.

She closed his eyes, and that feeling was really getting stronger and stronger, and he was proving something to her.

It's just, it's not like that. It's really not like that.

Besides, it's none of her business.

She closed her eyes slightly tirelessly and lay down on his shoulder: “My wound still hurts, I don't know if it will crack, if you really want to, don't push so hard, and don't get in there. ”

“The time we were in the woods... you were inside me... hopefully there won't be any leaks. After all, after a few days, it's too late for pills or something. ”

Suddenly, the pain in her shoulder came, her bones were about to be crushed by him, she lifted her head from his arms and looked at his handsome face become violent and cruel, "Don't you want my child? ”

“Not that I don't want it, you don't!” Chuckles bitterly, "how our child died, don't you remember? ”

“If I'm not mistaken, you just need her to have the baby for you. ”

Slowly leaning his head against his wide, firm shoulder, he lowered his voice, “I really don't want it now, I can't afford it. I'm tired, if you don't want to do it now, I want to sleep..."

Later, he didn't do it.

She looked at him with tears after he had said those words to her sharply.

Not a cry lover. When I met him, I shed more tears than her previous life combined.

I don't know if it's because her tearful nose is really humiliating or something.

She doesn't understand, but the dragon does. After the utterance, he calmed down completely and understood his... fright.

Fourteen years later, the cowardice of not being able to dominate his own destiny on the night he was seven years old was clear again. He would say those things so harshly to her, but only because he was afraid.

She doesn't care, especially the sorrow in her eyebrows when she talks about her children. Still in the palace, she didn't mention much about the children, not to mention when she left the palace.

Failure to mention it does not mean that she has forgotten it. It does not mean that she has let go, but because the pain is too deep.

When he saw the desperate smile in her mouth again, he suddenly understood, and perhaps, not at all, but was finally able to face the nightmare in his heart.

At the end of the day, she lost control and used such words to be harsh on her.

To force her not to let him go.

He suddenly half-whites his mind when he sees a moment of hidden fear.

I wanted to talk to her about thinking outside for two nights.

At this point, she flanked slightly, her neck curved shallow... her eyes darkened, to the mouth, swallowed.

The lives of the Vulture Palace people, even her mother-in-law, are useless... what he wants to say to her is his last bet.

What if it doesn't work?

Not quite what he meant, maybe what she was expecting, maybe just her speculation. However, Xuan did not ask.

I don't know why, maybe, just because I'm tired. Not because of anything else.

What he thinks, she doesn't even know.

Even the dragon, who has always been good at calculating others, does not know, at this moment he is reluctant to use tenderness, but because he is afraid that if even the last wager in his hand is not useful to her, he may be… mad.

Everybody's scared. He's the same with her.

The thicker the cocoon, the safer it is.

She lay still, listening to him breathe heavily over her.

Suddenly, there was the sound of him rolling over and out of bed, followed by the sound of the case falling over.

She was slightly stunned, the pain in her abdomen came, but his hand pressed on the gauze, the grass of the ointment on the nose... her crow mouth, the wound was really cracked, her consciousness was a little distracted, let him toss on her.

Later, as she was about to go to sleep, she heard him walk out.

After not knowing how long, she was gently woken up by him, and a spoonful of bitter medicine was delivered to her in a slight stitch with half open eyes.

“No drinking, bitter. ”

She wasn't angry with anyone, she wasn't without bitter pills, it was just really bitter, she smelled it earlier and wanted to vomit.

“This is the formula left by the White War Maple… it will get better soon. ”

Keep your head down, do not see him, for a long time, but hear his faint voice.

Are you feeling better soon... compared to the wounds on the White War Maple, what was her wound, but he stuck with it.

“I'm on medication.” She whispered.

“Mmm.”

His voice grew lighter and lighter.

And when he swallowed the juice, it was in her eyes, his hands white and red.

Confused and opulent contrasting colors.

She felt strange and opened her eyes a little, finally seeing a few new mouths on his hand and a thin layer of dust and dust black.

His hand was cut off.

She suddenly remembered the village of Taoyuan. When he first burned the water, his eyebrows were bright and his heart was slightly tight. He asked, "Who fried your medicine so late? ”

In front, shallow open windows frame the sky with the stars outside. How many days? She couldn't tell, but she knew it was late.