Chapter 223： Your Majesty, please respect yourself (28)

Although Yan Qi said these words with a smile, his tone was still fairly flat, and each sentence was merely stating the facts.

Fu Yue's fingers tightened subconsciously.

The heart pained uncontrollably for a while, densely, as if it had been pierced with a needle, not the kind of pain that people could not bear.

But it cannot be ignored at all.

"Sorry."

Fu Yue whispered.

Xiao Tiantian in every world is paranoid and gentle, but she never thought that paranoid people are generally because of the extreme insecurity in their bones.

And she never seemed to make him feel at ease.

Fu Yue fell into a deep self-disgust.

She likes Xiao Tiantian, but she has never thought about loving her deeply, nor has she thought about what to give.

Fu Yue suddenly understood.

What the man wanted was her blatant preference.

Raising his hand to hold the corner of the other party's clothes, Fu Yue opened her lips somewhat helplessly, her dark eyes were stained with guilt, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just..." I can't love.

She did not say those three words.

Because the man's long and white fingers covered her lips, and then shook his head slightly, "Don't apologize, Yu'er, I am the one who likes you first, and I accept you whatever you like."

"I'm just, a little sad."

The young and beautiful emperor, with gentle eyebrows, and windy snow-like eyes, stared at her quietly, his thin lips closed together.

Fu Yue didn't know what to say.

Saying I'm sorry, too pale and feeble, not speaking, and it seems that she is too cold.

"Yan Qi, you once told me that you can know me forever."

"Then, I want to say, I will fall in love with you all my life..."

The next words.

Drowned between his lips and teeth.

The man's snow-white slender fingers pinched her chin, and the other buckled Fu Yue's back of the head, pressing her whole body against the wall, covering her thin red lips.

Lingling lips and teeth.

"Well, I'm waiting for you, falling in love with me."

"Um...hmm."

Wait until the funeral of the Queen Mother these days is over.

Fu Yue returned to the prime minister's house.

Yan Qi must have wanted her to live in the palace, but the courtesy must not be abandoned. Even if they are not married, even if they are reluctant, he is not willing to aggravate Fu Yue, so he lives in the palace without a name.

Standing at the gate of the prime minister's mansion.

Fu Yue waved to the slender man opposite to say goodbye.

Yan Qi pursed her red lips: →_→

unhappy.

He stepped back suddenly, gave Fu Yue a hug, buried his face in her neck, "I can't bear to part with you."

Fu Yue: "...Are you too clingy? It's not a goodbye for us, Yan Qi, don't give me hypocrisy!"

Yan Qi: "..."

Incomprehensible woman.

Then, there was a sudden cough behind them, very artificial.

Yan Qi and Fu Yue turned their heads at the same time, and then they saw Prime Minister Wen who was slowly pacing, their faces a little dark.

Prime Minister Wen arched his hand and said without a smile: "Your Majesty, it's not early now, you should go back to the palace."

The order of chasing off guests was very rude.

Yan Qi: "..."

→_→

Sure enough, father-in-law is the most annoying.

Ah.

After returning to the palace.

An Yi and An Qi reported to Yan Qi about Wen Yuan.

Yan Qi was silent for a moment, and asked, "Who is Wen Yuan?"

Dark One: "..."

Dark Seven: "...return to your Majesty, she is the second daughter of Prime Minister Wen, the concubine of the empress."

Yan Qi was taken aback. When she heard the empress empress, her mood improved inexplicably.