The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Well, I have to go back. Pang Yi nodded and strode out.

What are you panicking? Xiao An stopped Pang Yi from behind, took off a new black black cloak from the screen, walked up to Pang Yi, and put the cloak on him, Although It’s spring, but it’s still cold outside, and you’re going to ride up the mountain again, how can you do it without wearing more clothes?”

When did you buy it? Pang Yi looked at the two white and tender hands on his chest that were tying the cloak straps for himself, his complexion was a little heavy, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched twice, as if he was enduring something.

I didn't buy it, I made it by myself. When she said this, Xiao An was a little shy, and she didn't dare to look up at Pang Yi, otherwise she would be able to detect Pang Yi's emotions, and finally tied the knot. He stroked the cloak lightly, and said softly, I'm not good at sewing, and this is the first time I'm doing it, so it's inevitable that the workmanship is rough, don't be picky... ah!

In the next second, Pang Yi held Xiao An's face, and suddenly kissed the chattering little mouth. Pang Yi kissed fiercely. The man who has always been extremely docile in front of Xiao An, this time was rarely fierce and domineering. Holding Xiao An tightly in his arms, regardless of Xiao An's struggling hands and feet, he just wanted to kiss her, possess her, and eat her up...

You... what's wrong with you? After the lengthy and intense kiss, Xiao An's lips were red and swollen. She was a little shy, but even more worried. At the moment, Xiao An ignored the embarrassment and went to hold Pang Yi's hand. hand, What's the matter with you? Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today?

It's nothing, Pang Yi tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart, smiled at Xiao An, and said, Go to bed early, I have to go.

Oh, Xiao An was a little disappointed, but she also knew that Pang Yi would never stay, so she straightened Pang Yi's messy clothes and asked in a low voice, Then will you come tomorrow?

Pang Yi didn't speak, bowed his head and kissed Xiao An's hair, then turned around and went out the door, Xiao An stood there in a daze for a while, and then went to close the door.

For some reason, her heart was a little heavy, just like this dark night.

...

It was still windy at night, and Ninggu Pagoda was still very cold at the end of April. Pang Yi did not ride a horse, but led the horse and strolled in the afterglow of the setting sun. He didn't want to go back, let alone stay in the inn, so he just To be able to walk alone like this.

The cloak fits very well, neither too long nor too short, just down to the ankle, double-layered, warm and wind-resistant. Pang Yi has never worn such a good cloak. He is holding the horse with one hand, and holding the corner of the cloak with the other, gently Gently kneading it with his fingertips, he imagined how Xiao An made this cloak stitch by stitch. It was really difficult for such a rich and noble girl who never touched the spring water with her fingers to make such an exquisite cloak.

Thinking of Xiao An's clumsy appearance, Pang Yi couldn't help laughing, but he stopped laughing.

Although Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, he was Zhong Mingwei's confidant after all, so he naturally knew what kind of determination Zhong Mingwei had made. While he was sad for Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, he was also very confused.

He has always wanted to talk to Zhong Mingwei about his relationship with Xiao An, but he swallowed the words a few times, he really didn't know how to speak, although Zhong Mingwei probably wouldn't mind, but he must say this It was really hard to say, he originally thought to wait until Zhong Mingwei and Meiya got married, and then he would take Xiao An up the mountain to kowtow to Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, and meet officially, so that he could live with Xiao An in a fair and honest manner in the future.

But now that something like this has happened, Zhong Mingwei may not be able to recover from such a fatal blow in his life, and as a subordinate, how can he only care about himself? Zhong Mingwei is his master, he deserves to live and die for Zhong Mingwei in this life, now that Zhong Mingwei is so depressed, how can he be greedy for joy?

He felt ashamed, whether it was towards Zhong Mingwei, Meiya, or even Xiao An's.

He felt that he was the most shameless existence in the world.

The hand holding the cloak was gradually released, and the cloak fell down again. Pang Yi stared blankly at the last touch of the setting sun, and he sighed weakly.