When Ying Zheng returned to the palace, he saw that Yan Xiaomo had fallen asleep.
The day's torture had exhausted all her energy.
Sitting by the bed and quietly looking at that peaceful sleeping face, the emptiness in my heart finally disappeared, and everything seemed complete.
Ying Zheng took off his clothes, carefully opened the quilt and got into the warm quilt.
The quilt contained the faint body fragrance of Mo'er, like the fragrance of rose flowers.
He stretched out his long arms and took the soft little body into his arms.
With a soft and fragrant jade in his arms, any man with a bit of energy would be unable to hold back, and the same was naturally true for Ying Zheng, but he still held back because he was thinking about Meng Lang again and again during the day.
Yan Xiaomo closed her eyes tightly, her peaceful sleeping face became restless, her brows furrowed deeply, she seemed a little uneasy.
Perhaps because he was too tired, Yan Xiaomo did not wake up.
He continued to sleep deeply in Ying Zheng's arms.
It didn't take long for Ying Zheng to fall asleep holding Yan Xiaomo in his arms.
In the past, it was difficult for him to fall asleep even late at night.
Even if he did fall asleep, it would be shallow water.
The soothing incense in the room had no effect, and even the soothing medicines were useless.
Over time, he became resistant to things that soothed his nerves.
This night, he slept deeply and peacefully.
The next day, before dawn and it was gray outside, Yan Xiaomo was woken up by Ying Zheng.
"A Zheng, it's still early, what are you doing?"
Yan Xiaomo weakly pushed Ying Zheng's chest, she still wanted to sleep.
"Mo'er, some exercise in the morning is good for your health."
Ying Zheng smiled deeply and continued what he was doing.
The soft touch made him feel happy.
Yan Xiaomo tilted her head and refused to open her eyes.
She continued to feel drowsy as Ying Zheng continued to act mischievously on her body.
"Hmm, slow down."
Yan Xiaomo frowned.
She was still feeling a little uncomfortable from being pushed up, and she couldn't bear the impact of the person on her body.
"Mo'er, I will order the ceremony to be held on a certain day in the morning.
Marry me, okay?"
Ying Zheng held Yan Xiaomo's face with his hands, leaned down, and gently kissed her red lips that looked like cherry blossom petals.
Yan Xiaomo was still a little sleepy at first, but after hearing Ying Zheng's words, she was stunned.
This guy just said he wanted to marry, marry her Looking at Yan Xiaomo's stunned look, Ying Zheng spoke in a low voice, "Don't you want to?"
It took a long time for Yan Xiaomo to slowly come back to her senses and lick her lips subconsciously.
“Are you too anxious?”
It seems that Ying Zheng really took note of her original words and left his post to himself.
"You don't want to?"
There was a hint of danger in Ying Zheng's voice, and his eyes became extraordinarily deep.
Yan Xiaomo immediately shook her head and stuttered: "No, no, I'm just not ready yet, and your ministers probably won't agree to you marrying a woman without a backing."
With his mind running rapidly, Yan Xiaomo completed the lie.
You can't say that you haven't thought about marrying you.
If you say that, she might really die on this dragon bed.
Listening to Yan Xiaomo's words, Ying Zheng's frown gradually relaxed, and with a gentle smile on his face, he said: "You just need to be my bride in peace and contentment.
You don't have to do those trivial matters.
Worry."
Yan Xiaomo wanted to say something else, but finally stopped.
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If Ying Zheng wants to marry her, she can't escape or stop him. oshow7: