Chapter 232: Your Majesty, please respect yourself (37)

Fu Yue: "..."
Her eyebrows jumped when she heard such a familiar sentence.
There is an ominous premonition.
This is exactly the same tone as Jun Heng...
Fu Yue couldn't help but wonder.
Within these six realms, there is the ability to compete with her.
There is always a sense of familiarity.
And that person's seemingly gentle but cold temperament.
...And the words Jun Heng said when he was attached to Yan Qi this time.
"You don't want to think about why I am attached to him..."
All in all.
Fu Yue doubted that Junheng was that person.
Jun Heng...is it him?
The pale fingertips lifted up and rubbed his temples, and Fu Yue felt that she had a headache.
It is impossible to imagine.
If Jun Heng is Xiao Tiantian, then how should she face him.
Immersed in my thoughts, the woman's already pale complexion became even more bleak, and her dark eyes flashed at a loss.
This was all seen by Yan Qi.
The beauty emperor pursed his lips and tugged at Fu Yue's clothes corner, "What's the matter?"
Fu Yue recovered in an instant.
Then shook his head, a little absent-minded on his face.
She gently held Yan Qi's wrist, lowered her eyes to look at the wound carefully, "Sorry, is there a medicine kit here?"
Feeling the pain from his hand, and seeing the blood-stained dagger thrown on the ground, all this made Yan Qi feel strange.
He hesitated for a while, and then asked weakly, "Yes... Yuer, what did I do? I don't seem to remember what happened just now."
With that said, Yan Qi used his uninjured hand to open a secret compartment beside the bed and took out a bottle of medicine and bandages from it.
Hear what Yan Qi asked.
Fu Yue glanced at the dagger on the ground, then lied, "Just now when you were half asleep and half awake, you tried to strangle me, and you were stabbed by me."
Yan Qi: "...impossible."
The emperor's narrow eyes twitched, then opened his mouth to retort.
How could he hurt Yu'er.
Fu Yue: "Then you treat it as I want to assassinate you, how about it, do you want to catch me?"
She couldn't explain it clearly anyway.
Fu Yue took the gold sore medicine and the clean bandage in Yan Qi's hand to help him treat the wound carefully.
Yan Qi: "..."
Everyone sighed about his brilliance, but he couldn't catch it for a while.
"Yu Er really loves to joke."
He picked up the dagger just now and played with it in his hand.
Know that Fu Yue didn't want to say.
Yan Qi didn't press any questions.
The two fell silent for a moment.
Soon, the wound was treated.
Looking at the bandage on her hand, Yan Qi said softly: "However, if one day, if I lose my mind and it will hurt you... Yuer, you must not be soft."
With that, Yan Qi actually stuffed the handle of the dagger into Fu Yue's hand.
"You must, kill me."
Fu Yue's fingers paused, and she raised her eyes to look at Yan Qi, her black and white eyes trembled, and finally lowered her head and whispered, "What nonsense?"
Yan Qi smiled.
The breeze and moon-like man is dressed in stunning red, with an intoxicating tenderness between his brows and eyes, and his temperament is condensed and quiet.
He buried what he had not said in his heart.
Love exceeds life.
I love you more than I love my life.
Yan Qi has always known that he is not the kind of person who is the most affectionate and sexual, nor has he thought of falling in love with someone, and never even expected that love will come with great vigor.