It's not like Nan Zhiyi hasn't experienced his enthusiasm before.
However, Nan Zhiyi felt something was wrong with his fierce and domineering attitude, as well as the force with which he bit her lips.
She couldn't help but push the person away and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Emperor Shijing's eyes were dark.
He stared at her lips that were a little red and swollen from being rubbed, and gently touched them with his thumb in annoyance, his voice was slightly hoarse, "I'm jealous..."
Nan Zhiyi blinked and asked with some confusion: "Why are you jealous?"
Di Shijing turned to touch the side of her face, his eyes showing clear pity.
He whispered: "I am jealous of the people who can be with you at that time, but I know that this is all my problem.
Therefore, I also blame myself. If I hadn’t treated you that way, you wouldn’t have..."
At this point, the voice suddenly stopped.
Di Shijing couldn't speak anymore, and his tightly pursed lips became a straight line.
He kept stroking Nan Zhiyi's cheek, his movements gentle and careful, as if he were treating a lost treasure.
The past between them is full of too many regrets, and after all, they cannot be easily recalled.
When I recall it, I feel full of regret.
Seeing this scene, Nan Zhiyi probably understood what the man was thinking.
She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, then raised her hand, held Di Shijing's face, and looked at it carefully.
With his eyes tracing the outline of the other person, Nan Zhiyi spoke slowly and affectionately: "That's all in the past, why do you still care so much?
No matter what, I'm yours now, that's enough, there's nothing to be jealous of!
You are really nice to me now, so why bother with the past anymore?
Of course, if you think it’s still not okay, then treat me better and better in the future, right? Why bother drinking here? "
After saying this, Nan Zhiyi's smile deepened.
Two small hands pinched the man's cheeks in a playful manner.
Looking at the little woman smiling at him, Di Shijing felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but solemnly said: "Well, I want to treat you better! You are mine now!"
From now on, it can only be his!
With this thought, Emperor Shijing couldn't help but kiss him.
After a while, Nan Zhiyi felt his emotion.
Thinking of how much he was tortured yesterday, Nan Zhiyi subconsciously wanted to stop it.
However, at this time the other party kissed even more passionately.
It was as if he was telling her the tender and turbulent love in his heart.
Nan Zhiyi also felt this emotion clearly.
Faced with such sincere feelings, how could she not be moved?
If he wanted to refuse, he would swallow it back in his stomach.
Soon, she put her worries aside, hooked her arms around Di Shijing's neck, and responded enthusiastically.
When the love is strong, the two hug each other, as if they want to rub each other into their bones and blood.
However, Nan Zhiyi's back was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window. This posture almost made her unable to stand.
Nan Zhiyi was inexplicably nervous and couldn't help but shrink into Emperor Shijing's arms. She begged for mercy in a tender and soft voice: "Can you change places..."
Di Shijing did not answer, but absorbed the beauty that belonged to her more enthusiastically.
After a while of tossing, Nan Zhiyi partially pulled back her clothes, revealing a piece of skin as smooth as milk, half-covered and half-covered, which was very attractive.
Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes that had been bullied. The ends of her eyes were red, and she looked particularly pitiful.
Nan Zhiyi looked at the person with her eyes and said pitifully: "Husband..."
Emperor Shijing's Adam's apple rolled, and his blood felt like it had been burned by a prairie fire.
His eyes became darker and darker, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Don't you know that at this time, making this expression will only make me want to bully you more?"
After saying that, he hugged her, pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, and continued to kiss her.
But this time, Nan Zhiyi clearly felt his exertion, and her legs subconsciously tightened around his waist.
She buried her head angrily, opened her mouth and bit the man's collarbone, and said aggrievedly and angrily: "Humph, I shouldn't be soft-hearted to you!"
Hearing this complaint, Emperor Shijing chuckled...
After the fierce cloud and rain ended, Di Shijing didn't torment her anymore.
Mainly, he also knew that this little woman couldn't bear more, and it would be bad if she hurt her body.
So, he took her to take a shower again, then returned to bed, and the two fell asleep hugging each other...
…
Over at the hotel, Wen Xinning fell asleep again after Nan Zhiyi and the others left.
Fu Sichen was beside him, staring at every detail, and waited for more than two hours before it was completely over.
By this time, it was already twelve o'clock at midnight.
Fu Sichen rubbed his eyebrows, stood up and went over to help Wen Xinning pull out the needle.
But as soon as I got closer, I found that the little spy didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully.
She was mumbling something unknown, and her state was not right. She seemed to be having a nightmare...
Fu Sichen didn't have much patience, so he immediately called Wen Xinning, "Wake up?"
Wen Xinning didn't hear it at all.
Fu Sichen frowned and raised his hand to pat her face.
As soon as I touched her, I felt like this woman was on fire, extremely hot!
Fu Sichen couldn't tell for a moment whether the little spy had a cold or was caused by the residual medicinal properties.
But either way, it’s a bad situation!
Fu Sichen frowned and shook Wen Xinning awake, "Don't sleep, get up!"
This time, Wen Xinning woke up.
She opened her eyes drowsily and paused for several seconds before she saw the man in front of her clearly.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Fu Sichen asked, "How do you feel?"
Wen Xinning replied feebly: "I feel dizzy, my mouth is dry, my nose is blocked, and I'm not breathing. Maybe I have a cold..."
Fu Sichen heard her voice sound slightly nasal, and said "Hmm" clearly.
It seems that this temperature is a fever!
He casually picked up the medicine left by Nan Zhiyi and said, "Take it."
Wen Xinning nodded, and after eating, she lay back down again.
At this time, she was no longer sleepy, so she simply stared at the man and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for taking care of me tonight."
Seeing her eyes shining slightly, Fu Sichen glanced at her with disgust and said, "You should thank me. No one in this life has dared to let me take care of her like this!"
Wen Xinning paused and subconsciously expressed her inner doubts.
"Don't you have Miss Nan either?"
Fu Sichen was slightly startled and didn't understand why she mentioned Nan Zhiyi.
However, Nan Zhiyi and Aunt Kalia, in his heart, are indeed different from others!
Seeing that the man didn't speak for a long time, Wen Xinning instantly had the answer in her heart.
I also realized that I had asked a question that was asking for trouble.
She had no choice but to suppress the slightly sour emotion in her heart and said, "You should be tired too. Go back and rest. I'm almost fine now. Just take a nap."
Fu Sichen glanced at her, his face was cold, and his tone was always arrogant, and he said: "I would like to go back, but you are acting like this now. If anything happens to you, I will be a suspect!
So, sleep well, and if it's still not good before tomorrow morning, don't think about me caring about you anymore! "
