Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

“Didn't you say you wanted to give me control? Why did you suddenly disapprove? ”

Her voice murmured in his ear again.

Yes, he even said that kind of ridiculous thing.

A little seven, a comb, enough to hook up his demon.

There's that noise too.

All kinds of things about her, even smaller, are his nightmares.

So he's out of control, doing all those ridiculous things in front of everybody.

Everyone who knows both of them knows.

When he was young, he thought he could relieve his thoughts with those women.

What if one is more like the other?

But they, all the cool women like her, are not her!

So, before his eyes, this woman faked fainting in his arms, and he was awake.

The mother-in-law could not see, but could not hear, and sent her to him.

Well, he doesn't want to see this woman again.

Zhu Qi is not as relaxed as the surface. Instead, she is in a hurry.

Emotion, just for a moment.

Now, the comb is useless.

People who are too calm are often deranged.

Moreover, there was no hidden intent to kill in his eyes, and she saw it. She understands how harsh this man is and doesn't forget how he went about those alternatives.

And herself, she concealed, she was seen by him as one of these alternatives.

The only thing she had over them was that she had the most intimate experience with him, and she knew him.

Before he spoke, she had to save herself, and after that, she couldn't rush. She can't rush. Since Princess Rufu left her behind, she had a chance.

She withstood the trembling of her heart, not looking at him, and gently placed the basket in her hand on the table.

“Your Majesty, Her Highness did send Xiaoqi to serve the night, but believe it or not, Xiaoqi didn't mean anything. The slave only loved one man, so you couldn't say you were a slave, so...” She paused and whispered: “The comb, Ali, is the heart of Xiaoqi's heart, Xiaoqi can't serve the night. ”

“He is incomparable with the Emperor himself, but tonight is also his birthday. He used to say he loves to eat what I burn. In fact, he rarely eats. I don't know if he is fooling me. The Emperor only drinks wine tonight. It is bad for his stomach. Xiaoqi waits for you to eat something and quit. ”

The dragon never made a sound.

Even the air in the room is tight.

Zhu Qi's heart was tight, he held back to see the man's impulse, stood up, opened the food box, took out a few dishes, two bowls of porridge, bit his teeth, and said: “Can the slave eat with you? ”

“The director of land has checked these foods. ”

She took a deep breath, picked up a bowl of porridge, the bottom of the bowl was hot, her hands trembled a little, the hot porridge in the bowl splattered a little to the back of her hand, she dared not speak, her hands suddenly lightened, she stunned, the bowl had been taken over by a man.

“Who taught you to cook these dishes? ”

The crude clatter crossed her mandible.

Zhu Qi was slightly agitated by the dress under the table, and his life with her, some of which he had seen for others.

Comb, Xiaoqi, Li.

But she cooked for him, cooked porridge, and these light green tofu on the table.

At first, she thought it was what he used to fix her food.

Later, she began to understand him, cooked for him, cooked for him, and did this.

Two people shut their doors and ate quietly, which no one else knew.

Let him cook and cook for her like a small fishing village. It won't be easy to go back to the palace. But in her place, too, she loves watching him cook her dishes clean.

“No one taught slaves. ”

She responded softly, sat down, slightly tucked up her sleeve, and took the chopsticks to put the dishes on for him.

He locked his eyebrows... the wipe in his eyes had disappeared, and she bit her lips and looked down at him and ate them.

He ate a little faster than he had chewed slowly in the past.

She glanced at his hair and her nose was sore.

Maybe she's a little choked up, maybe too quiet at night, at night, already deep.

Outside the window, the moon is frosty, the stars are low.

He suddenly looked up and frowned at her.

She didn't think, maybe, he didn't realize, but he put down the chopsticks and reached down to her.

She was like a demon, reaching out and holding his palm.

Because it says that the flavour is memorable.

I don't know if people who used to get wet can remember that feeling.

But it feels more abstract than anything.

No rules, no square circles.

On his knees she endured his hegemony, fluids and aromas, immersed in his amber scent and strong liquor.

She likes him obsessed with her.

Just unlike every other time, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

Look at him with ink, eyes like jade.

When the roughness on his fingers grabbed her tenderness, she trembled and suddenly remembered to chase her, he pushed her away one step ahead of her before she left him.

She fell on the floor.

She must have looked at him frenzied, the blood in his eyes.

“Where's your fiancé?” He lifted his jaw slightly, grabbed her despicably, and his voice was dull.

She stood up bloody in the corner of her mouth and looked back at him coldly, "Just each other. Isn't there a woman lying in your room? Why are you touching me? ”

“Oh, no, before that, you had an affair with your lover of green plum horses.” She stared at him, word for word.

Dragon was not angry, his palms were hanging in the air, Zhu Qi's heart was sad, and his chin looked at him stubbornly.

Suddenly there was an impulse to tell him everything.

Years for him, days for her.

She's already tired.

Accompanied by her most beloved, she returned to him, wondering if his poison had been detoxified, trying to figure out his feelings for pursuit, trying to decide with him or start over,

But she was so powerless, she always waited.

She walked to the table, pushed everything down, listened to the crisp voice, sat on the floor, lowered her head, and the tears had fallen.

And I wondered, even if she could come back to him, who could erase the day? After all, he still didn't believe her. He was better for the old lady, but because she couldn't be alive and angry, she couldn't say, she couldn't say.

Porcelain jade stone splashed on her boots, looking at her thin figure, removing it and circling her head restless, that sudden raw anger all collapsed, Dragon Fei found that he could no longer curse her every minute.

She's just a little girl. He didn't see her until tonight. He couldn't make out his feelings for her?

He bit his teeth and went back inside.

Zhu Qi looked at the slightly turbulent crystal bead and smiled bitterly. Did he forget to throw her out?

She would love to go inside and look at the wax.

How does it feel to meet like this?

Royal Palace of Lingrui.

Neon closed her eyes gently - very slightly, but she was sober, so she heard very clearly.

Pinched in a cool vapor, only a strong arm gently extended to her neck shoulder to bring her into her arms.

Every time, her heart beats worse. For such intimacy.

This time, she was a little tired.

Her heart contracted worse than when they did the closest thing.

'Cause it's never gonna get tiresome.

More than three years.

Not many times, but he went uninterrupted and quietly left in the middle of the night, returning gently.

She wants to know where he went and who he met.

Of course, maybe she's wrong.

Is it guilt, falling asleep, he seldom holds her in his arms?

But every time he comes back in the middle of the night, he always holds her in his arms, so warm.

She suddenly didn't want to pretend to sleep.