Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

"Ye Fuheng, you liar."

Chang Qing's eyes turned red, and his steps became a little unsteady: "You said that you only loved me, and you lied to me again, you liar."

Ye Fuheng was about to say something when he saw Chang Qing approaching him, his eyes full of anger and paranoia: "You said I am yours, and you should be mine too. You clearly promised me that you would not lie to me."

Ye Fuheng's heart tightened and he hugged her tightly in his arms, but was suddenly pushed away by Chang Qing. He staggered back a step before he managed to steady himself.

Chang Qing asked persistently: "You have changed, why did you change?"

Ye Fuheng: "Jinhuan, believe me, I haven't changed."

"First, the two top girls on Luoyan Riverbank, and then Yunzhi. How can I trust you? I specially embroidered a belt for you and wanted to give it to you with great joy, but who knew that I was just being sentimental."

"Ye Fuheng, do you think I didn't see someone come out of your study and quietly leave through the back door? You love that woman so much that you're afraid of being bullied by me. You're hiding it from me and keep deceiving me. Are you treating me like a fool?"

"You made me what I am today, and then you left me behind when I cared about you, haha."

Chang Qing looked like he was on the verge of collapse, his hair was a little messy, and he stood barefoot on the ground, lonely and stubborn, seeming to be crying and laughing, helpless and accepting his fate.

"Ah Heng, I'm in so much pain."

Two drops of tears slid down her cheeks. She looked at Ye Fuheng and shouted over and over again, "Ah Heng, Jinhuan is really in pain. What should I do to break free from this fate, trapped in prison, and collapse alone."

When Ye Fuheng listened to her, he felt as if his heart was being tightened, stabbing him all over. The pain was worse than the pain he had experienced in the first half of his life. It spread densely to his limbs, making him unable to feel any warmth.

He said in a difficult tone: "Jinhua, does falling in love with me make you so miserable? I won't hide it from you. Listen to my explanation. I can explain everything. I have never liked anyone else except you."

"Really?" Chang Qing's tone suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand and gently traced Ye Fuheng's facial features, with a strange madness in his tenderness: "Ah Heng, I believe what you said, and I always remember what you said, you are mine, and you can only be mine in this life."

Ye Fuheng looked at her in a daze, then saw her touching his face with eyes full of pain. He asked himself if it hurt, and shook his head subconsciously.

"Jinhua, can you say what you just said again?"

Ye Fuheng felt as if he was hallucinating. This was the first time he heard the person in front of him say such explicit love words. His eyes were fixed firmly on Chang Qing, with a hint of expectation and uneasiness.

"Aheng."

Chang Qing tilted her head gently and called his name, her cheeks flushed and her eyes misty as if filled with spring water in March, disturbing the moonlight outside.

Ye Fuheng's eyes were dark and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously. The fire in his heart grew stronger and stronger, as if entangled with the candlelight beside him, burning out from his cold and beautiful face.

Jinhua, I'm really going crazy.

I felt a complex and indescribable feeling in my heart, and was uneasy, with a hint of bitterness.

Chang Qing walked towards the couch with unsteady steps, reached out to pour himself a glass of wine, and looked at the ever-burning light outside the window, which always gave people a sense of desolate and decadent evening.

She turned around and smiled so warmly that it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.

"Aheng, I once told you that I would be very angry if you lied to me. Ah Heng, I don't believe you anymore." Chang Qing suddenly said.

Ye Fuheng was about to speak when he saw Chang Qing half-closed his eyes and smiled: "But it doesn't matter. We both have a lifetime left. There should always be a way to get along. Even if it doesn't work, we can die together."

Only then did Ye Fuheng realize why the imperial physician said that she could not be provoked. She was like a child, and her current behavior was taught by her, and was different from her own.

His little girl was finally pulled down by him.

He thought he should be happy that she was no longer so far away from him.

But looking at the girl now with a decadent and paranoid look, what comes to my mind is a few years ago when she was sitting on the swing, with the tenderness that could not be hidden in her curved brows and the endless spring flowers.

She is the bright moon in front of the window, the brightest red among the mountains, the snow under the pear trees, the brilliant autumn sunset, the stunning beauty of the south wind lingering on the corner of her clothes, and the smile between her eyebrows that makes people miss her and ruin their lives.

He really wanted to hug her, tell her his love in her ears, tell her how he had been thinking about her day and night for all these years, tell her that from the first time they met, when she stood in front of him, the bleak day behind her became beautiful.

He was trapped in an abyss, and when he looked up he saw the light pouring down from the sky, and this evil fate took root.

Ye Fuheng walked over and stopped Chang Qing: "Jinhua, stop drinking, it's harmful to your health. Qixiang from Yanzhilou is my subordinate. These days, she came to me to report something serious, not what you think."

Changqing said: I won’t listen, and even if I do, I won’t believe it.

Seeing this, Ye Fuheng put his arms around her waist and leaned down to kiss her slightly drunk lips.

Chang Qing frowned and vomited on Ye Fuheng with a "wow" sound. There was an abnormal blush on his face and he had no idea how big a disaster he had caused.

What I fear the most is that the air will suddenly become quiet!

Qiuqiu, who was in the house, and Nan'an, who was hiding in the dark outside, were both worried about Changqing.

"Your Highness, the young lady didn't mean it." Qiuqiu looked at Ye Fuheng who was motionless and began to explain tremblingly.

Ye Fuheng lowered his head to look at the filth on his body. His dark pupils were as thick as heavy ink, frighteningly cold, and without any emotion at all.

All the thoughts were utterly uttered by Chang Qing.

Before Ye Fuheng had time to get angry, Chang Qing was unhappy instead, "Who do you think I am? Go find your beautiful lady who can play the pipa and dance on the moon."

The top performer of Yueshangwu was just someone arranged by his subordinates to dance. Ye Fuheng couldn't even remember what she looked like.

He is the only one who dares to spit on himself. If it were someone else, he would have reached the Naihe Bridge and cried with Mengpo soup in his hand before he even touched himself.

Ye Fuheng couldn't stand the smell on her body. He glanced at the person who was still making trouble and said, "Ask the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup. Watch her and don't let her hurt herself."

Qiuqiu lowered her head and said docilely, "I obey your command."

But I was complaining madly in my heart. Now I know to tell the young lady not to hurt herself. Every time the young lady was injured, it was you who beat her. You were so ruthless every time just to force the young lady to admit her mistakes.

The injuries the young lady suffered at your hands are more than all she has suffered since she was a child.

If Qiuqiu knew that her young lady had been reincarnated several times and had her legs broken by Ye Fuheng and was locked up with chains, she would probably be heartbroken.

Ye Fuheng took one last look at Chang Qing, and seeing that she ignored him and didn't care, he turned around and went back to change his clothes.