Chapter 232: Your Majesty Please Respect Yourself (37)

Fu Yue: "..."

Her eyebrows twitched when she heard such a familiar sentence.

There is a sense of foreboding.

This is exactly the same tone as Junheng...

Fu Yue couldn't help being suspicious.

In these six realms, there are those who have the ability to compete with her.

There is always a sense of familiarity.

And that person's seemingly gentle but cold temperament.

...and what Jun Heng said when he possessed Yan Qi this time.

"Don't think about it, why did I possess him..."

All in all.

It made Fu Yue suspect that Jun Heng was that person.

Junheng... is it him?

Lifting her pale fingertips and rubbing her temples, Fu Yue felt a headache.

Simply unimaginable.

If Jun Heng is Xiao Tiantian, then how should she face him.

Immersed in her own thoughts, the woman's already pale complexion became a little paler, and her dark eyes flashed with bewilderment.

This was all seen by Yan Qi.

The beautiful emperor pursed his lips, and tugged at the corner of Fu Yue's clothes, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yue regained consciousness in an instant.

Then he shook his head, a little absent-minded on his face.

She gently held Yan Qi's wrist, looked down at the wound carefully, "Excuse me, is there a medicine box here?"

Feeling the pain in his hand, and seeing the blood-stained dagger thrown on the ground, all these made Yan Qi feel strange.

He hesitated for a moment, and then asked weakly, "Yes... Yuer, did I do something? I don't seem to remember what happened just now."

With that said, Yan Qi opened a hidden compartment next to the bed with his uninjured hand, and took out a bottle of medicine and bandages from it.

Hearing what Yan Qi asked.

Fu Yue glanced at the dagger on the ground, and then lied, "Just now when you were half asleep and half awake, you wanted to strangle me, but I stabbed you."

Yan Qi: "...Impossible."

The emperor's long and narrow eyes twitched, and he opened his mouth to refute.

How could he hurt Yu'er.

Fu Yue: "Then you can treat it as if I wanted to assassinate you. How about it, do you want to arrest me?"

Anyway, she couldn't explain it clearly.

Fu Yue took the golden sore medicine and clean bandages in Yan Qi's hand, and helped him treat the wound carefully.

Yan Qi: "..."

Everyone praised him for his great talent and strategy, but he couldn't answer these words for a while.

"Yu'er really likes to joke."

He picked up the dagger just now and played with it in his hand.

I know Fu Yue doesn't want to talk about it.

Yan Qi didn't force her to ask.

The two fell into silence for a moment.

Soon, the wound was healed.

Looking at the bandage on his hand, Yan Qi said softly: "However, if one day I lose my mind and hurt you... Yuer, you must not be soft."

Saying that, Yan Qi actually stuffed the handle of the dagger into Fu Yue's hand.

"Must, kill me."

Fu Yue's fingers paused, she raised her eyes to look at Yan Qi, her black and white eyes trembled, finally lowered her head, and said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yan Qi smiled.

The breezy and bright moon-like man was dressed in a stunning red dress, with intoxicating tenderness in his brows and eyes, his demeanor was condensed and quiet.

He buried the unspoken words in his heart.

Love more than life.

I love you more than my own life.

Yan Qi has always known that he is not the kind of person who is affectionate and sexual, and he never thought that he would fall in love with someone, let alone that love would come especially vigorously.