C81 Protect you

"Thank you!" The moment she hugged Seventh Prince, Zheng Qingluo felt a little embarrassed. She didn't expect herself to do such a thing;

She was only afraid that when Seventh Prince Luo Qingqi turned around, he would see the tears in her eyes. Although she didn't let them drip, they were still real, like the scars in her heart.

"What is there to thank me for? From today onwards, I will be your husband, so of course I will protect you. Do you think I will go and protect those who have a bad heart?"

When he said that, the Seventh Prince was still a little angry. He had never thought that the person he had ignored for the past four years would actually change his mind during his wedding ceremony. Seeing as he hadn't fought for four years, did he think he had nothing to lose?

"No matter what, I still have to thank your highness. Your highness is the first person to say that I have to protect you. I hope that your highness will remember what you said today."

As long as you keep your promise, I will do more for you. Even if you still have that person hidden in your heart, I will still be happy.

"Of course, your prince is not a person who goes back on his word. He will definitely keep his word." As long as you don't do anything excessive, there's nothing in this mansion that can't be given to you.

Although I do not dare to say that I like you, since this king has let you sit in the position of Princess Yi, then other than me, there is no one else who can let you suffer grievances.

"It will be done in a little while, Your Highness, stay here." With this short exchange of words, the two seemed to be closer. Zheng Qingluo continued to wipe Seventh Prince's hair, Seventh Prince slightly squinted his eyes, enjoying the service his new wife gave him.

"Alright, rest well, Your Highness." Zheng Qingluo put away the large cotton towel and carried it to the screen in the cubicle. With just a few steps, she walked out of the cubicle.

She's just a thirteen year old girl, but she's always unwittingly blooming with a flirtatious air. When she entered the screen, Zheng Qing saw that just a moment ago, someone had already carried the water used by the prince out the back door.

The room was also neatly cleaned. Zheng Qingluo didn't even hear much noise. She once again experienced the royal family's quality. It seemed that the two unknown women really did come to her house.

"You don't have to be busy. Go to bed." Seventh Prince walked to the side of the door and saw that Zheng Qingluo had finished covering the bed, so she reached out his hand to her. Seeing the hand that was in front of her, Zheng Qingluo only hesitated for a moment, and then put her hand on it.

Compared to that hand, his own was especially petite. Then, he saw his small hand being held by that big hand, tightly wrapped up. Only the tip of his little finger could be seen, being held by that hand for only a few steps, seemed to become lengthy.

"You go to bed first, I'll put out the light." Seventh Prince placed Zheng Qingluo at the foot of the bed and indicated for her to go to bed. "You can't put out that light." Zheng Qingluo called out anxiously.

Seventh Prince obviously heard the meaning behind Zheng Qingluo's words. The red candles could not be extinguished, the red candles that were extinguished were unlucky, and the wedding candles that were as thick as a person's wrist, could almost burn until daybreak.

"What, are you so afraid that you won't be able to follow me for long?" When Seventh Prince saw the little girl's distress, he wanted to tease her even more. However, as soon as he said those words, he realized that this was the first time he had called her a grandpa.

When he talked to her, he claimed to have used me all the time. Was there something in his subconscious that he had not experienced?

"That's not--" Zheng Qingluo curled her lips and her tone rose. Although she did not do it intentionally, it allowed Seventh Prince to hear the meaning behind her coquettish actions.

Seeing the little girl quickly crawl into the bed, pulling the blanket over her, burying herself under the bed, Seventh Prince could no longer hold back her laughter.

The two chuckles pulled Zheng Qingluo out of the quilt, exposing her small head. She wanted to glare at him, but felt that it was too vulgar. However, she didn't have any other way to express it, so she slipped back into the quilt.

Only, the moment he retracted his hand, Luo Qingqi saw a face that was about to turn completely red, he quickly extinguished the light in the room, and then got into bed and went back into his blanket, "Are you going to sleep like this?"

The little girl did not say anything. Luo Qingqi pulled her over, and the moment his hand touched her, he clearly felt her body stiffen, but Luo Qingqi did not stop his hands from moving.

Zheng Qingluo pulled her closer to herself and reached out to unbutton her shirt. This time, she was no longer calm. She immediately grabbed his hand, stopping him from continuing her actions.

"You, you, you, what are you doing?" Luo Qingqi asked anxiously, his voice trembling. This kind of reaction made Luo Qingqi feel very satisfied.

"Taking off her clothes?" Luo Qingqi answered seriously, as if Zheng Qingluo's question was completely nonsense, "B-but … .but … .that's my clothes." Zheng Qingluo's words became disjointed.

"I know it's your clothes. Husband should undress Madam on the night of our wedding." The light breath by her ear carried a faint aroma of wine, causing Zheng Qingluo's heart to heat up and feel like she was about to be drunk from the alcohol.

"You, you, you, you promised!" Persisting with the last bit of rationality she had left, Zheng Qingluo used all her strength to retreat and hide. However, she was stopped by one of Luo Qingqi's arms around her waist, preventing her from advancing or retreating.

"What did I promise?" As Luo Qingqi spoke, she had already untied all of the outer clothes. Zheng Qingluo could no longer be bothered with him and said, "You promised to wait for me until I'm 15 years old."

In response to Zheng Qingluo's uncontrollable burst of laughter, Luo Qingqi laughed so hard she could barely breathe. This little girl was too cute, not teasing her really made him feel bad.

Finally, he smiled a little less and said to Zheng Qingluo, "You don't want to sleep like that just because you see someone wearing outer clothes."

Only now did Zheng Qingluo realize that the Seventh Prince was just teasing her. From the beginning to the end, he had only taken off her shirt and hugged her waist, this knowledge completely turning Zheng Qingluo into a red lantern. She was no longer willing to come out.

The laughter from inside the house made Mo Li feel a lot more at ease, and he no longer listened. He slowly fell asleep, and inside the house, Luo Qingqi reached into the blanket and pulled Zheng Qingluo out.

"Don't be so bored. You can't hold it in any longer." Although the tent was closed, the bright candles outside the tent were still illuminating the interior of the tent red. Luo Qingqi saw that Zheng Qingluo's face seemed to be drenched in sweat.

The fluffy and fragmented bangs were stuck to her forehead. She didn't even have time to react before her hand had already touched Zheng Qingluo's forehead. Indeed, it was wet. It seemed like the little girl had been tormented by him.

"I'm sorry I scared you." Her large hand clumsily wiped away the sweat on Zheng Qing's forehead. "I'm just teasing you, why are you so scared?"

Zheng Qingluo was also a bit scared just now, but she was still a bit moved. She thought about the heat he breathed out into her ear just now. It was so itchy that her heart started to itch.

With such a thought, Zheng Qingluo couldn't wait to bury herself again. It was too embarrassing.

Seeing that Zheng Qingluo was about to crawl under the blanket again, Luo Qingqi anxiously grabbed her, "Why are you so disobedient, I won't tease you anymore, just lie still."

After being held by Luo Qingqi, there was a bit of wetness on that big hand. It seemed that he wasn't the only one that was scared, and with such a thought in his mind, Zheng Qingluo obediently stopped moving.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Luo Qingqi felt that he did not have the slightest bit of sleepiness. The little amount of alcohol he drank outside seemed to have dissipated, and he was extremely clear-headed at this moment.

He let go of the hand that he was holding with Zheng Qingluo. Because the tide was not so good up there, he lightly patted the mattress and wanted to hold it back. But when he realized that the hand was gone, he suddenly felt empty inside.

Find someone who can sleep with him, someone who he is willing to sleep with. This was the thought that had always existed in Luo Qingqi's mind when he was waiting for Zhao Minyan to turn 15 years old.

However, that girl just left like that, not giving him the chance to realize himself. Later on, he realized that this woman had a feeling that they seemed to have some sort of connection.

However, after an investigation, he could not find anything between the two of them. Why did he get the illusion, even Luo Qingqi himself could not figure it out.

He felt that the woman by his side made him feel an indescribable sense of familiarity. In fact, thinking about it, he couldn't be considered to be familiar with Zhao Minyan, but he could only be said to be slightly more familiar with her than strangers.

Luo Qingqi reached his hand out to touch that hand. Because his hand wasn't at its original position, Luo Qingqi's hand directly touched Zheng Qingluo's lower abdomen. Zheng Qingluo subconsciously used her hand to push him, while Luo Qingqi took the opportunity to take her hand back into his own.

"You want to avoid me so much? From today onwards, I will be your husband. " Zheng Qingluo felt like her whole body was burning with fever. The hand that was being held started to get wet again.

She had thought about this person for so long, thinking that she could only look at him like this for the rest of her life. Watching him get married and have children, watching him be happy, watching him be happy … yes, how she wished for him to be happy, even from a distance.

After all, that was all he had desired in his previous life. Yet now, he had unexpectedly walked into the life of a man who had lost her favour as a graduate student from the Han Lin Institute. Was this heaven's will?

Zheng Qingluo's hand tightened, wanting to feel if all of this was real or not. Just this one action caused Luo Qingqi's heart to move.