Chapter 233: Your Majesty, please respect yourself (38)

Yan Qi suddenly called to her: "Yu'er."
Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked at him.
"If I die for you, will you cry for me?"
Fu Yue was stunned for a moment.
She didn't know what kind of love made him say this to her, and she didn't know if this sentence was just talking.
But Fu Yue clearly felt that at this time, her heart trembled fiercely with the sunlight shining in the leaves outside.
Thought of Shen Qingjue.
The man who died in his arms with a smile was so gentle to death.
Fu Yue instantly felt the cold surge from his toes.
What did it feel like at the time.
Everything.
Lost but at a loss.
There was nothing but a blank in her mind. She didn't feel any fear or helplessness, only endless coldness remained.
Her heart was always like a lake, there was no peace of strolling, just a blank. But it seems that something important is missing.
Suddenly sober.
The huge black hole in the bottom of my heart was torn open, and the knot that was hard to untie was revealed.
Gradually become a pain that cannot be healed.
...
She woke up instantly.
He raised his hand to hug the slender person in front of him, gently pressed his cheek to Yan Qi's chest, and said softly: "Don't say that."
The hand tightened slowly.
Yan Qi also felt the sadness that appeared on Fu Yue's body, such desperate and helpless fragility, although it was only a flash.
He raised his hand and patted Fu Yue's back lightly, and then hugged her in his arms.
"What does it mean to die for me... Yan Qi, do you know that if your lover dies, how desperate the other person will be..."
Fu Yue's voice slowly became dumb, ethereal and distant.
He saw his lover die in front of him, but he was powerless.
Holding his body that slowly lost its temperature.
Really, it's terrible.
Fu Yue didn't want to think about this feeling in her life.
At that time, I really lost my mind.
That little world just fell apart.
Yan Qi raised his hand and rubbed Fu Yue's head, rubbing her soft blue silk into a mess, and then holding her face, kissed her on the corner of her lips.
"I'm just kidding, don't think about it."
He raised his hand to tidy up Fu Yue's black hair, and when he squeezed out the silk, he saw the little marks on the white neck.
The beautiful and gentle emperor was taken aback for a moment.
He moved his fingertips up, rubbed it carefully, and said in a gentle voice, "I found that Yu'er's body doesn't seem to be that weak."
Fu Yue: "..."
Understand almost in seconds.
Why did the topic suddenly involve something she didn't want to mention.
Thinking of last night.
An icy kiss fell from the white forehead.
The temperature cannot be ignored.
The man's low and charming voice sounded in his ears, with a sultry shallow magnetism.
"Yu'er, you... cry slowly."
Fu Yue whose ear tips turned red instantly.
She glared at Yan Qi, and then urged him: "As long as you talk a lot, can you still go to court?"
The slender and beautiful emperor hugged her and said, "We were married yesterday, and we will rest for three days."
"Yu'er tired, do you want to go back to catch up?"
Yan Qi blinked at her, her narrow and beautiful peach blossom eyes were clear and innocent, and the two dimples on the white cheeks made people want to poke.
He said to himself again: "But Yuer don't cry so hard, otherwise...I'll be reluctant to bully you."
These words sounded very awkward.
Fu Yue twitched the corners of her mouth, pointed at the door, and said, "You get out of here."
The years are quiet.
Yan Qi bends his eyebrows.
It's great, this is his wife.