Jiang Qingjiu's eyelashes twitched, and she almost thought that Azhou was by her side today and saw her saving people today with her own eyes.
Then I thought about it.
How is that possible?
"A Zhou, I promise you that I will never step forward or save others if there is danger in the future, but you, I can't do it." Jiang Qingjiu watched the man's breath getting colder and colder, so he could only promise.
Speaking of the front, the man was quite satisfied, but behind, the man frowned, not very satisfied. "Qing'er,"
"Then please promise me something, okay? Never walk in front of me. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it if you leave, so give me a chance to save you, okay?" Jiang Qingjiu stepped forward and hugged the man's neck. behave in a spoiled manner.
The man who was standing originally sat on the bed at some point. Jiang Qingjiu directly hugged his neck and kept rubbing on the man's neck.
Liu Xiahui could bear the warm and fragrant soft jade in her arms, but he couldn't.
He is a normal man, and he still has the woman he loves in his arms.
No normal man can stand his wife acting coquettishly towards him.
What's more, this kind of terrible coquettishness.
The man had no choice but to compromise, "Qing'er, I want to protect you, not you to protect me."
"Who said only men can protect women?"
"Then let's protect each other, okay?" The man scratched Jiang Qingjiu's nose and asked fondly.
"good."
The two hugged each other quietly, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The scent of camellias drifted outside the window and filled the entire bedroom.
"You don't know that I like camellias?" Jiang Qingjiu asked in the man's arms in a muffled voice.
"Is that why you planted camellias all over your villa?"
"Qing'er, it's not just the Villa." The corners of his lips were slightly raised in a beautiful arc, and there was a soft light in his obsidian eyes.
"Is it Mancheng?" Hearing this, Jiang Qingjiu let go of the man's arms and looked at him in surprise and surprise.
"Yes, the city is full of flowers for you." His beautiful pupils were dark and dark, like a whirlpool that can draw people in, ripples layer by layer, and they sink unconsciously.
Jiang Qingjiu was extremely excited and felt his deep love.
He is telling me that he hopes to love me until the end of his life, and that I am his ideal love.
In the atmosphere filled with the fragrance of camellia, she seemed to have returned to the fragrance of camellia she smelled that day at Qingzhou Villa, which was cold and intoxicating.
Yusangcheng Inn, when I slept so well, it turned out that the familiar scent of camellia accompanied me to sleep.
I see.
I don’t want to go back to the last problem, but I will come back to it.
A Zhou said that we had known each other before, but I didn’t remember.
When exactly did I lose my memory? If I have the opportunity, I would like to ask the imperial doctor to see if my amnesia can be cured.
I couldn't think about what to do if I fainted again.
I can’t imagine that A Zhou will be worried.
Who would have thought that she would say these words in her heart, "Qing'er, what do you think I would be worried about and what should you not think about?"
"No, it's nothing." Jiang Qingjiu was afraid that A Zhou would blame himself. Zhu Tao described to me what happened after I fainted last time.
At that time, Azhou's aura was no different from that of a dying person. He held the belief that if I couldn't survive, he wouldn't live either.
Zhu Tao, who had always disliked A Zhou because of his mask, also put aside his prejudice against him that time.
Yes, how deep the love is to regard the other person as more important than one's own life.
"Qing'er." The man obviously didn't believe it and looked at Jiang Qingjiu intently, as if asking her to tell the truth.
"Okay, let me tell you, last time you said we had known each other before, but I didn't remember it. I seemed to be recalling some things, and the more I thought about it, the more I got a headache."
"Finally, didn't I pass out in the end?" When she said this, she could clearly feel that the man's expression was very bad.
"Then Zhutao said that you took care of me all night and looked very bad."
"Don't I always think about the fact that we met before? If I think about it again, what happened last time will happen again. You will worry and blame yourself, so I can't think about it anymore."
"I told you, you can't still look so bad. Come on, smile." The more Jiang Qingjiu said, the more she felt that the man looked bad. She liked to see him look at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Qing'er, I really can't lose you. Never." The man's eyes seemed to have been abandoned. The ends of his eyes were even red, and the light spots in his black eyes were sparse and broken.
Jiang Qingjiu felt very distressed.
"I know, Azhou, I know. I will never leave you. Never." Jiang Qingjiu hugged the man back and kept talking in the man's arms.
Hope it can give him a sense of security.
Just like he gave me.
The two hugged each other quietly, one drawing a sense of security from it, and the other trying his best to give it a sense of security.
There's nothing that hugging can't solve, if not, just keep hugging.
Jiang Qingjiu hugged the man and kept talking about her love. She also wanted to tell him how much she loved him.
She liked to mutter casually, "Ah Zhou, now we have camellias as love flowers, as well as a jade ring and this heart-shaped red jade pendant as love tokens."
"A Zhou, do you know? I like to see you looking at me with a smile in your eyes the most, because I know that all you see is me at that time."
"You have stars in your eyes."
"In this world, the green mountains are scorching, the stars are dim, the autumn rain is pouring, and the evening breeze is slow, but it cannot reach the stars between your brows."
"Qing'er." The man's eyes were intense, as if he wanted to swallow someone up. He hugged Jiang Qingjiu so tightly that Jiang Qingjiu could hardly breathe.
Until Jiang Qingjiu coughed and said, "A Zhou, please relax. I can't breathe anymore."
"Qing'er, I..." The man's eyes were full of self-blame and guilt. Jiang Qingjiu comforted him, "It's okay, A Zhou. I was also very happy when you hugged me tightly. I know you didn't mean it."
"You can be more careful when hugging me in the future, my skin will leave marks easily."
The man's frown relaxed, but the tips of his ears turned red when he heard these words.
"Qing'er, wait for me, it won't be long." The man looked at Jiang Qingjiu with determination in his eyes.
I wish I could become your consort as soon as possible, even now.
Jiang Qingjiu started to murmur again, and while talking, she accidentally fell asleep in the man's arms.
Gu Xingzhou had been listening carefully to Jiang Qingjiu's thoughts. Whether it was small things in life or big things she was considering, he responded to them one by one.
There was never any impatience.
The man didn't hear Jiang Qingjiu continue talking. When he was confused, he happened to hear Jiang Qingjiu's even breathing.
The man laughed, and immediately picked up Jiang Qingjiu and placed her on the bed. He sat on the bed and looked at her sleepy eyes.
Just like every time I looked at it, I was focused and affectionate.
Qing'er, sweet dreams.
At this moment, Jiang Qingjiu seemed to have dreamed of something happy, and sweet dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.
The man was moved once again when he saw this scene.
Qing'er, because of you, my heart will beat thousands of times.
