Revlon

In the dormitory——

Xiaoyue changed the medicine for Qi Chen's wound again, and just after the bandage was tied, Qi Chen stretched out his hand.

Not only did Qi Chen suffer from a shoulder injury, he stayed in Dali Temple for a few days, and was given a chronic poison called "Samantro". Fortunately, the toxicity is not serious and there is no serious problem, but the palm of his hand has always been cold .

Xiaoyue let him hold his hand, warmed it for him with his own body heat, and said softly: "Qi Chen, when we set off for the fiefdom, let's not go with the brigade, let's take a detour and sneak to Silk Island, shall we?"

Qi Chen looked at him tirelessly, as if he couldn't get enough of it: "I'm the prince, it's against the rules to leave the team."

Xiaoyue didn't believe him, Qi Chen did a lot to "leave the team" for him, so he knew that Qi Chen could do it.

"You can." Xiao Yue smiled at him, "This way we can avoid assassins and pursuers, and reach Silk Island faster."

Qi Chen nodded: "And then?"

Xiaoyue continued to make plans: "Then I will be your teacher when I get to Silk Island."

"..."

"I'll be there wherever you go."

"..."

"I stick to you justifiably, we start over and never come back."

"..."

The sky outside the window is getting darker, and the cool wind blows in through the crack of the window, stirring Qi Chen's blue eyes.

Qi Chen looked at him tenderly, and said in a low voice: Never come back again? "

Xiao Yue shook hands with him and said, "Well, I won't come back."

There are no good memories of this place, another place... maybe only another place for them to start over.

Qi Chen's pupils are always covered with thin ice, only Xiaoyue can quietly melt it, turning the almost inorganic icy blue into a gentle and vast sea.

Qi Chen opened his arms slightly, and Xiao Yue obediently slipped into his arms.

"Okay." Qi Chen whispered in Xiao Yue's ear, "But you don't want to be my master."

Xiaoyue was about to ask why, when he heard Qi Chen say: "If I can reach Silk Island alive, this king has no intention of becoming an official again."

Xiao Yue put his arms around his waist, put his ears on his chest, listened to his heartbeat and said: "Then what are you going to do? Sit and eat?"

Qi Chen was amused by him.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to be an official, but to be an idle prince is exactly what Xiaoyue wants.

Xiao Yue said: "Then let's plant roses in the yard and open a wine shop together?"

Qi Chen lowered his head and stroked Xiaoyue's ear hair: "You want to open a wine shop?"

"Yeah." Xiaoyue nodded in his arms, "When the roses bloom, we can sell rose wine with some flower cakes. I'll be in charge of the accounting, and you'll be in charge of learning how to make wine."

Listening to Xiaoyue's description of the future bit by bit, Qi Chen's heart seemed to melt a whole lump of rock sugar, and he couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you make wine?"

Xiao Yue looked up at him: "Because the wine made by the prince is more attractive, I am a grass-roots man, who will drink the wine made by the grass-folk?"

Qi Chen's eyes were slightly rippling: "I drink."

Xiaoyue smiled happily, spread his legs, sat in Qi Chen's arms, put his arms around his neck and said: "Then it's settled, I'll just drink it for you."

Qi Chen: "Okay."

Xiaoyue longs for that kind of life. Although the road to Silk Island may be difficult and dangerous, as long as he thinks that he and Qi Chen can start again, he looks forward to the road ahead.

Their future is brighter than ever, Qi Chen finally let go of everything, and wants to take him to live in a brand new place, where there is no fighting for power, no conspiracy, no misunderstanding, no harm, they will stand within reach of each other place, to love each other heartily.

Xiao Yue couldn't wait.

He put his arms around Qi Chen's neck, and squeezed deeper into Qi Chen's embrace: "Qi Chen, you really have changed a lot."

? ?Qi Chen held his slender waist: "What changed?"

"Everything has changed," Xiao Yue said, "You seem to have really let go."

Qi Chen laughed, it turned out that in Xiao Yue's opinion, he "let go".

And Xiaoyue didn't know that Qi Chen was determined to fight for the throne from the day he entered the palace... no, to be precise, it should be the day he really belonged to Qi Chen.

In the cool draft, Qi Chen lightly kissed Xiao Yue's lips, and his Adam's apple moved slightly: "This king has not changed."

"..."

"In the past, this king always forced you. If you don't believe that you really love me, you always suspect that once this king loses power, you will leave..."

Xiao Yue looked at him deeply: "What about now?"

Now that Qi Chen believed it, he also regretted it.

He doesn't believe in Xiaoyue, and hurts and forces him time and time again. Even though Xiaoyue has given him his whole heart, he still doesn't believe in their love.

Qi Chen wanted to say sorry to Xiaoyue, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what, and in the end he just said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoyue."

Xiao Yue looked at him seriously, clearly seeing Qi Chen's heart-breaking heat.

Qi Chen: "I only have you now."

Qi Chen's hand on his waist was getting stronger and stronger, Xiaoyue felt a little painful, but he was happy with it, and he couldn't help but exert more force.

Xiaoyue: "Yes. I know."

Qi Chen is still waiting for him to say that I will always be yours.

Xiao Yue said this sentence long ago, but Qi Chen really wanted to hear it again, just now.

But Xiaoyue said: "Shall we take Princess Junyao to Silk Island?"

Qi Chen's expression was calm, but his heart seemed to be poured with ice water: "You still want me to marry her?"

Xiao Yue actually nodded.

Qi Chen couldn't restrain his emotions a bit: "Say it again."

Xiaoyue knew that he was upset, so he hurriedly kissed him: "You are always a prince, and you still need an heir after all, and it just so happens that the Princess wants to marry you..."

Qi Chen's breath was flustered by his kiss, and the hands holding his waist tightened a bit: "Except for Xiao Yue, this king doesn't want to have children with anyone else."

Xiao Yue was startled slightly: "But how can I live?"

Qi Chen said lightly: "If you can't give birth, then you don't want it."

Xiaoyue is both happy and disappointed: "If there is no princess and no heir, you really only have me..."

Qi Chen was amused by his carelessness, what did he want a cub, if Xiaoyue could give birth, then he wouldn't mind having one, but Xiaoyue couldn't get pregnant and there was no other way.

Qi Chen: "This king only wants you."

Xiaoyue was delighted in his heart, and wished that his whole body would always be on Qi Chen's body, but he still said stubbornly: "Then what if I'm sick? Disappear? Or die..."

Xiao Yue couldn't speak anymore, because Qi Chen blocked his mouth suddenly.

Qi Chen sucked his tender lips and sucked heavily: "Don't say anything about leaving me."

Xiaoyue's breathing was slightly messy: "Qi Chen..."

"Did you hear me!"

It's really domineering, although Xiaoyue is just talking casually, but in life, birth, old age, sickness and death, how can Xiaoyue have the final say.

But Qi Chen looked at him persistently, if Xiao Yue reasoned with him, he might be stubborn for a while and still be fruitless.

Xiaoyue: "Yes, I know."

Qi Chen got the answer he wanted, and hugged Xiaoyue like a treasure.

Xiao Yue was trembling all over due to his strange strength, and it took a lot of willpower to slightly push Qi Chen away.Qi Chen hugged him and didn't let go, as if he got some great treasure.

Qi Chen was so affectionate when he was suddenly pushed away, he was a little dazed: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yue was distracted by him, and his voice was straight and weak: "The doctor said, the toxin in your body has just been cleared, you should try your best to recuperate, I can't get close to you."

Xiaoyue's eyelids were red, her thin lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were smeared with mist. She was so passionate that Qi Chen couldn't bear it.

He reached out to untie Xiaoyue's belt: "I can do it."

Xiao Yue quickly grabbed his hand and shook his head at him.

"... "

"No."

Xiaoyue thought that Qi Chen would press him on the bed with his usual tough methods, and savagely tore off his clothes.

But today's Qi Chen seemed to be suffering from some kind of gentleman's problem, and he really let go of Xiaoyue.

Qi Chen picked Xiaoyue up and put him on the bedside, got up and made a gesture to leave.

Qi Chen looked...as if disappointed.

Xiao Yue felt empty in his heart, feeling uncomfortable.

He dazedly grabbed the corner of Qi Chen's clothes.

Qi Chen was a little helpless: "You don't want to get close to this king, and you don't want to let this king go, Xiaoyue, you make this king very difficult."

Xiao Yue's face turned red, and she was ashamed to ask Qi Chen to stay: "No...no...don't want to."

"..."

"Just... kiss for a while."

Qi Chen slowly sat on the edge of the bed, held Xiao Yue's hand and leaned over to kiss him: "While?"

Xiao Yue nodded.

Qi Chen grabbed his hands and slowly pressed them against the head of the bed: "You can ask me to come back, it can't be as simple as just kissing for a while."

Xiao Yueguang looked into his eyes and knew what was going to happen.

Xiaoyue's pupils shrank slightly: "Then...then be gentle..."

Qi Chen was very satisfied with this reaction, and pressed up to kiss the corner of his lips: "Are you afraid of pain?"

The base of Xiao Yue's tongue secreted sour saliva, "I will... I will faint..."

Qi Chen kissed the tip of his nose: "Get over it, if you don't faint tonight, I will give you something."

Gently kissed and fell, breathing lingeringly, whispering softly.

It was getting dark outside.

The indoor tent is warm and fragrant.