Chapter 1376: The wife wants to be a widow every day (61)

The waist was tightly hugged, and as soon as Fu Yue lowered his head, he could see Yan Jun's beautiful and slender hands, with pale knuckles and extremely smooth lines. At this moment, the hands were trembling slightly.
He always muttered to himself: "Don't go, don't go..."
Moyu-like eyes were a little startled, Yan Jun was staring at a certain place in the air at this time, his expression stubborn, and somewhat pitiful.
Fu Yue sighed helplessly. She lightened her tone and said: "You let me go first, stand up and say anything."
This is also an emperor anyway, how could he kneel before her with such dignity?
If this is to let the courtiers of Beiliang see this scene, they still have to tear her alive?
Yan Jun pursed his lips and did not speak, and remained motionless in his current posture. It wasn't until he saw Fu Yue frown that he was a little unhappy, he moved away his eyes hastily, and opened his lips somewhat bewildered.
"You want the world to be given to you, whether you have power or throne, I can give it to you. As long as you live well, live well..."
Yan Jun was really scared, he was really scared.
The world without her is cold and strange.
In the past few years, he has hardly had a good nightmare, day after day nightmare, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of her falling down in front of him.
Night after night, pain over and over again.
Now she stood before him alive like this.
How lucky to be lost and regained.
"I will give you whatever you want, Yun Ke, I have never been your stumbling block. I used to be stunned. I regretted it a long time ago..."
"If you want this world, I am willing to help you get it. I am willing to be the sharpest sword in your hand, to smooth out all obstacles for you." He gently held Fu Yue's hand, and then pious on it. A kiss on the ground.
His eyes are soft and gentle, and his eyes are cautiously tentative, like a cat that has been abandoned, sensitive, always afraid of being abandoned again.
"I accept you whatever you want, just don't leave me... OK?"
These words are already very humble.
To say that there is no touch in my heart is definitely false.
Fu Yue held Yan Jun's hand with his backhand and pulled him up from the ground, seeing the strands of white hair on his head, which were a bit dazzling. Her eyes moved, she looked away with some difficulty, and asked: "Back then, I was guilty of death. You...don't you blame me?"
Yan Jun glanced at his held hand, and then when he heard Fu Yue's words, he bends the corners of his beautiful lips in a daze.
"I'm very lucky. Fortunately, fortunately all of this is fake."
He tentatively raised his slender fingers and went to take off the silver mask on Fu Yue's face. As the mask fell, he revealed the familiar face that made him dream of, just as it was before.
Xuebai's fingers moved down, and Yan Jun's fingertips stroked her face.
"I love you."
A sudden confession. As expected again.
"Fortunately, there is still time to say this to you."
Yan Jun said so, his voice was slightly hoarse.
It was such a scene after a long absence, reunion, which was a little different from Fu Yue's imagination.
She thought that Yan Jun would blame her.
No results.
He slumped in front of her in a very low posture, quiet and pitiful, like an abandoned puppy, eyes dark, wet and soft.
It's really hard to refuse.
Yan Jun said, "Let me stay with you... OK?"