Song Yanqing’s tone was resolute.
His gaze was unwavering.
He held Xie Ruotong’s hand with imnse determination.
Yet he was still nervous.
His heart continued to race wildly.
It was uncontrollable.
He was still afraid, what if, Xie Ruotong truly hated him deeply, truly no longer loved him?!
He loved her, and feared hurting her, feared making her uncomfortable.
He looked deeply into Xie Ruotong’s eyes.
Gazed into her seemingly dreamy, yet perhaps clear eyes.
Looked at her still flushed face.
He heard her say, "Do you really not want children anymore?"
"Soone as sinful as doesn’t deserve to have children." Song Yanqing took all the bla upon himself. "Heaven preventing you from becoming pregnant is not a punishnt for you, it’s a punishnt for , I am unworthy. So the reason we can’t have children is not because of you, it’s my fault."
Xie Ruotong pursed her lips.
Her eyes seed slightly red.
"So Ruotong, are you willing to accept that I can’t have children?" Song Yanqing asked in return.
Tears welled up suddenly in her eyes.
Xie Ruotong bit her lips tightly.
Song Yanqing saw the tears in her eyes too.
Watching her cry, he truly felt heartache.
He bent down.
Xie Ruotong stared blankly at his actions.
Watched his lips kiss her eyes.
At that mont of closeness.
Xie Ruotong did not refuse, she rely closed her eyes, chose acceptance.
Chose to accept Song Yanqing once more.
Song Yanqing kissed her tears.
The salty tears made his heart tremble.
He moved away from Xie Ruotong’s eyes.
Xie Ruotong also opened her eyes.
In her eyes, it was a blurry, soft, and fragile look.
Which made Song Yanqing’s heart throb with pain.
Clearly wounded all over, yet wrapped herself in an impenetrable shield.
Xie Ruotong, in the future, I will love you with my life.
Forever and ever!
Song Yanqing closed his eyes again, did not seek Xie Ruotong’s consent anymore, and sealed her soft lips with a kiss.
At this mont, he only wanted to hold Xie Ruotong in his arms, only wanted to love her deeply, without restraint...
Xie Ruotong, with tear-filled blurry eyes, looked at Song Yanqing.
Watched him with closed eyes, his lashes seemingly damp with tears.
Watched him kiss her deeply.
Passionate, yet gentle.
An Ning said.
Tomorrow and accidents, no one knows who will co first.
Treasure the one who loves you, and the one you love.
Xie Ruotong proactively reached out, wrapped her arms around Song Yanqing’s neck.
Then she proactively responded to Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing’s heart trembled slightly.
Under Xie Ruotong’s initiative, he could no longer control himself.
The room fell...
The night, colorful and varied.
The next day.
Morning light.
Xie Ruotong opened her eyes.
A headache.
It hurt as if a thousand pounds were pressing on her head.
Her body was also incredibly sore and weak.
As if, after wielding a sword all night, she didn’t want to move an inch.
She struggled but still opened her eyes.
What ti is it now?!
How long has she slept?!
She twisted her body.
As soon as she moved, she felt as if soone was sleeping beside her.
Xie Ruotong suddenly woke up.
She turned her gaze to the man in front of her, looked at Song Yanqing sleeping deeply next to her.
Last night...
In an instant, countless scenes echoed in her mind.
Every picture was crystal clear, every detail vivid.
Last night she and Song Yanqing shared a bed again.
Even to the point of indulgence.
Until in the end, because of exhaustion, she had simply fallen asleep.
Otherwise...
Xie Ruotong blushed deeply.
She wanted to call for a maid to help her dress and wash.
Seeing Song Yanqing sleeping so peacefully, she chose silence.
Last night, Song Yanqing got worn out.
Xie Ruotong tried hard not to think too much.
Her eyes just looked at Song Yanqing’s cheek, looked at his fair skin, and that still prominent red scar.
Under An Ning’s restoration, it was no longer as ferocious, but it still caught attention.
Back then, just how much hatred did she harbor, to have acted so harshly.
To damage his entire face to such an extent.
Her fingers couldn’t help but stroke his cheek, then bit by bit, trace his scars.
Back then, how much pain did Song Yanqing endure?!
But she seed to feel that he did not cry out as tragically as he could.
In her mory, there seed only to be his blood-red eyes, without hatred, without any complaints, just enduring and accepting.
Yet, Xie Ruotong inexplicably felt a twinge of compassion.
Even her fingers tracing his scars were trembling.
Until.
"Ah!" Xie Ruotong was startled.
When her fingers touched the scar at the corner of his lips, her fingers were suddenly bitten by Song Yanqing.
Of course, he didn’t bite hard.
His teeth gently biting, lips and tongue enveloped her fingers in warmth.
Xie Ruotong looked at Song Yanqing in so panic.
Watched him open his eyes, clear amusent in his gaze.
As if she had done sothing guilty and had been caught red-handed.
"Let go of !" Xie Ruotong protested.
Song Yanqing seed to smile.
He didn’t let go; instead, he licked.
"Song Yanqing!"
The next mont.
Song Yanqing released her fingers.
Xie Ruotong quickly withdrew them.
Her face flushed red.
Song Yanqing’s grin grew more evident, his voice low, "Why not sleep longer?"
"I am not like you, so weak." Xie Ruotong purposely taunted.
"Oh, really?" Song Yanqing didn’t mind at all, a bright sunny smile on his face. "Then who was it last night that kept saying to stop?"
"...I just didn’t want to." Xie Ruotong refused to admit.
Last night Song Yanqing... was like he took a drug.
Her perception of Song Yanqing remained from the last ti she was drugged and he was weak, seemingly collapsing at the lightest touch.
But last night...
Xie Ruotong didn’t want to think.
Or to admit Song Yanqing’s change.
After all, she was a warrior.
After all, she commanded the troops, a General.
Refused to admit she would beg for rcy.
"Oh?" Song Yanqing’s smile turned wicked.
His body suddenly pressed down on Xie Ruotong.
Xie Ruotong startled, "Song Yanqing, what are you suddenly crawling on for?"
Her whole body was too weak to move.
Song Yanqing still had the energy?!
"Proving my capability." Song Yanqing spoke earnestly.
"No need to prove."
"It’s a man’s pride, can’t compromise."
"Song Yanqing... mmph!" Xie Ruotong’s lips were sealed by Song Yanqing.
The two, already exposed, began to stir below.
"Let go of ... mmph, fine, I admit... you’re not weak at all..." Xie Ruotong gasped urgently.
"I know." Song Yanqing replied.
The voice was distinct, hoarse.
"Then let go of ..."
"I can’t let go now." Song Yanqing bit Xie Ruotong’s neck.
"Song Yan..."
Xie Ruotong clutched the quilt tightly.
Tears welled with laughter.
An Ning perhaps over-nourished Song Yanqing...
She felt like she was falling apart!
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