Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

"Xiao Qian, if you don't eat, do you not want me to leave?" Zong Zhou looked at Ling Qian and smiled softly.

This smile is warm and makes people feel like spring breeze.

Ling Qian couldn't help but recall the year when the two were together, Zong Zhou always spoke to him like a tolerant and patient elder brother.

Even though there were times when he thought he was stubborn, he never forced him to do anything.

He just looked at Zongzhou quietly like this, as if in a lifetime.

"Xiao Qian." Zong Zhou called him kindly.

Ling Qian returned to her senses, looked down at the pastry in Zong Zhou's hand, and replied softly: "Actually, I told you that I liked this pastry, but I lied to you."

"Ok?"

Zong Zhou was puzzled, once those beautiful eyes lost their smile, they would look a little fierce.

Seeing the changes, Ling Qian immediately cheered up and brought it.

I only blame myself for falling into warm memories, forgetting my current situation.

As Tan Le said, he should not offend this demon right now.

How could he see Zongzhou's gentle smile, but he didn't remember that this person only had warmth when he smiled.

"I mean, you said it was delicious at the time, and I didn't want to spoil your interest." Ling Qian suppressed his nausea, quickly took the pastry, and hesitated to bring it to his mouth, "Just take a small bite, right? ?”

When Ling Qian closed her eyes, she thought she was taking medicine.

As long as he can endure until Zongzhou leaves, it doesn't matter even if he vomits for a while.

"you……"

Hearing this sound, Ling Qian thought it was a urging, and stuffed the pastry into her mouth before Zong Zhou could speak.

Zong Zhou grabbed his wrist with one hand, and under his inexplicable gaze, shook his hand, and shook the pastry that he personally handed to him onto the oiled paper.

"If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it." Zongzhou said kindly.

Ling Qian had been anxious for many days, and she didn't even have the time to analyze the other party's eyes and tone. She just nodded and said anxiously, "I want to eat."

As soon as he said these words, he suddenly felt a strong nausea, but he couldn't bear Zong Zhou to leave, so he turned around and pressed his stomach to retch.

To say that his mood at the moment is definitely not embarrassment for being rude.

This embarrassment is because I have repeatedly contradicted the same person over and over again.

Even if Zong Zhou didn't speak, he could imagine how hypocritical he must be in the other party's heart.

When Zong Zhou patted him on the back and was busy pouring him tea, Ling Qian was still explaining incoherently.

"Today is my fault. Your Majesty, please go back first. Tomorrow, no, whatever day is convenient for your Majesty, I will make an apology in person."

"Don't talk yet." Zong Zhou fed him a sip of spiritual tea, tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, and pressed his face against his.

Ling Qian's eyes were lost, and her eyes were filled with water vapor due to nausea and discomfort.

At this moment, he didn't know if it was because of blurred vision, but he felt that Zong Zhou in front of him was extremely gentle and considerate.

Considerate to the point that he felt aggrieved when he thought of the hardships of the past few days.

Wronged to the point that the nose and eyes are sore.

"Xiaoqian, it's my fault, don't cry," Zong Zhou took him into his arms, patted his back and coaxed the child's tone, and said, "I know that you are having a hard time, you shouldn't cry." Don’t be afraid to treat you like this, sometimes people are too anxious and will vomit.”

"I'm not afraid." Ling Qian pushed hard to separate them.

"I know you stand upright and are not afraid of anything." Zong Zhou followed his words like this.

Ling Qian stared, without blinking, and said firmly: "My family has a great career, everyone expects me to live alone, I am very proud, there is nothing to cry about."

"Blink, be obedient." Seeing that he didn't listen, Zong Zhou suddenly put his hands close to his eyes.

Ling Qian blinked reflexively, and the tears that she had endured for many days immediately poured out of her eyes uncontrollably.

This cry is like a flood bursting its embankment, which cannot be stopped.

Ling Qian is an upright and responsible person, and his heart is so soft that he resists any pressure when he sees others suffer. This is something that everyone around him who knows him well can understand.

Everyone in the master's school only saw him as strong, and regarded him as reliable and worthy of relying on.

But he didn't know what kind of pressure he was standing in front of the enemy time and time again, since his energy was exhausted after he left the level.

Discomfort, terribly.

If he could do whatever he wanted, why didn't he want to cry bitterly when he heard the news of Master's death.

"It's good to cry out, and I won't feel physically uncomfortable again."

Zong Zhou's comforting words kept whispering in his ears.

Ling Qian just wept silently.

His pressure naturally also came from the person in front of him.

He didn't cry before because he still wanted to maintain his dignity after the farewell.

Now that he is crying, how will he pretend to be strong in front of the only person in the world he wants to rely on in the future.

"Xiao Qian."

"Do you know why I feel so uncomfortable?" Ling Qian rolled a tear on her neck, her lips were slightly numb, "The restoration of the Tianzhu is for the common people, and it is always my Taiyi sect that sends out the most people. They are regarded as backers, but who would have thought, it is just rumors that the elders of my teacher..."

It was difficult for Ling Qian to say the word "death".

And he is not the epitome of his master's "common people first".

"Master entrusted the Taiyi Sect to me, so I can't cry, I can't fall down, even if my spiritual power is exhausted, I can't fall down, because I am now the backbone of the Taiyi Sect, if I collapse, the sky of the Taiyi Sect will collapse .”

Zong Zhou raised his hand to gently caress his cold face, and said warmly: "You still have me, they rely on you, you can rely on me."

"Zongzhou, I can't," Ling Qian said softly, as if he was sighing, "If you get involved with you again, how can my younger brothers and sisters get a foothold in the fairy gate?"

Zong Zhou stroked the back of his neck with one hand, and made his side face close to his chest, and he could hear the strong heartbeat.

It seemed that speaking in this way could speak power into his heart.

"I am your backer, with me around, no one would dare to do anything wrong."

"You clearly know, clearly know that the most uncomfortable thing for me is that I have completely ended with you, I can't be contaminated by the demon sect, and implicate others, they want to go to the fairyland innocently."

Ling Qian pressed her forehead against her heart, annoyed but unable to control herself, and said, "Why do you show up in front of me again and again knowing that I will feel more uncomfortable seeing you..."

"Because I love you." Zong Zhou said firmly.

Ling Qian heard Xie Siyuan's frank miss during the day, and at that time she only felt that the atmosphere was awkward and coughed endlessly.

But when it was Zong Zhou who was talking about affection, he could clearly feel his heartbeat.

Zong Zhou caressed his hair, and said tenderly: "If I had known that this "I love you" would take so long to be heard by you, I should have ignored your shyness early in the morning and told you every day. "

Ling Qian was dizzy by the sound of "love", and felt shy when she heard it, but also felt weird.

He muttered, "Since when have I been shy?"

"Now," Zong Zhou rubbed the top of his hair, "I hugged me early tomorrow, and I still insist that I don't want to see me again."

"I……"

Ling Qian moved her fingers, only to realize that she was hugging Zong Zhou back unknowingly.

Ling Qian was only angry at herself for not being firm, why she relied so much on the person in front of her.

He stopped quickly, and Zong Zhou reacted faster.

It was actually picking him up like a green onion on dry land, taking advantage of his height to keep his feet from touching the ground.

And the place where this person carried him was the only bed in the house.

"Put me down, I don't want to talk over there." Ling Qian kicked her legs in protest.

Zong Zhou agreed straightforwardly, but placed him on the bed like placing precious porcelain, grabbed his calf and took off a pair of shoes and socks.

Ling Qian hurriedly retracted her legs, and saw Zong Zhou undressing again.

He hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do again?"

"Listen to your words, let you down, and sleep with you." Zong Zhou was talking, deliberately ignoring his shocked expression, and turned over and lay beside him.

"When did I say I wanted you..." Ling Qian's body stiffened.

Zong Zhou turned sideways, propped his head, looked at him and said, "When I get to bed, I don't talk, I just want to sleep."

As she said that, she even pushed him and said unceremoniously: "Go inside a little bit, I'm afraid I'll fall because I fell asleep, and it would be bad if I rolled over and fell on top of you."

Ling Qian thought that this man was serious just now and meant that he would not force her anymore, but she didn't realize that it was for the sake of making progress.

He couldn't beat him, couldn't drive him away, and even went straight to his bed.

……

……

After half an hour.

No one can sleep.

"Xiao Qian."

Ling Qian had heard the man call him several times, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "Dignified Demon Lord, you don't believe what you say, didn't you say you won't speak?"

"I thought you were going to drive me away." Zong Zhou even laughed out loud.

Ling Qian said angrily, "It's better that you leave."

"I promised you that you would go back after eating the pastry, but you didn't eat it either," Zong Zhou saw that he was about to pull the quilt over his head angrily, and immediately grabbed his hand, persuading him, "I have chest tightness and discomfort, don't cover it." In the quilt."

Ling Qian turned around, looked at Zong Zhou with puzzled eyes, and said, "You say you love me, you say you're worried that I'm under pressure, you say you won't force me, is that all for this?"

"Which?" Zong Zhou dared to raise his hand to touch his face.

"Ask knowingly." Ling Qian withdrew his gaze and turned cold. "I can't eat that pastry at all. If you insist on sleeping here, I can't stop you. Why bother coaxing me."

Zongzhou said in a troubled tone, "It's all bad pastries."

"No." Ling Qian closed her eyes.

Zongzhou said again: "It's all because the phoenix grass cake is so delicious."

"I just think it's delicious this time." Ling Qian doesn't admit to being gluttonous, he definitely doesn't admit that it was a lie when he said that he didn't eat sweets.

"It's all my fault that I didn't see that you lied to me that it was delicious because you were considerate. Now that you have a Mahayana cultivation base, you can't diagnose the reason for your spiritual collapse."

When Zong Zhou saw Ling Qian raised his eyes and looked over, he smiled softly and caringly.

"I shouldn't have gone back to the Demon Palace first and asked a few doctors and cultivators, I shouldn't have changed into bright clothes on the way, I shouldn't have returned to the black pupils you like, I shouldn't have known that you were perfunctory to the Immortal Alliance, I also deliberately set my temper with you."

Ling Qian's eyes moved for a moment.

Zong Zhou has already rubbed against him, gently hugging him into his arms.

Gradually, a glistening white light enveloped the two of them.

This is the spiritual power from a monk in the Mahayana period. It is comparable to an immortal, and it is far better than any magic weapon.

Others blame themselves, often to seek Ling Qian's benefit.

But at this moment, the person in front of him is blaming himself, just wanting to be nice to Ling Qian.

Ling Qian blinked softly, and asked softly, "Did you sleep beside me that night, did you do the same thing for me?"

"What do you think I did?" Zong Zhou chuckled.

Ling Qian didn't answer, but her ears became hot, even if she didn't look in the mirror, she knew she must be blushing.

Seeing Zong Zhou turn over on top of him, careful not to lose weight, seeing him close his eyes nervously, he put a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Ling Qian knew better than anyone else that when this man spoke softly, he had a voice that was as intoxicating as strong alcohol.

"Xiao Qian, I haven't found the reason why your spiritual power disappeared, but don't be afraid, as long as you want, I will always be by your side."

Ling Qian opened her eyes and opened her mouth slightly.

In an instant, Zong Zhou blocked the rejection he wanted to say with a light kiss that would not disturb him.

Sweet and greasy.

Tenderness.

Whisper——

"Baby, just let me sleep next to you every night, so that no one will know."

……