Fast travel to hunt down blackened villains

Chapter 53 The Tyrant's Soft Queen (51)

"Allure..."

Squeezing these two words out of his throat with difficulty, Chang Ruocheng walked to the door, and the moment his raised hand was about to touch the door, it stopped in mid-air.

The winter wind kept beating the loose hair around his ears, and his stern face was now thin and tired, full of hesitation.

He kept restraining himself these days, so he didn't come to Anyang.

He was afraid that Anyang would hate him even more, he could no longer bear any reprimand from the other party, he didn't know... what else to do...

He was out of breath today, and he couldn't control his emotions well.

Who ever wanted to come all the way, he still came here.

An ugly smile came to his face, he put down his hands in a slump, bloodshot eyes rolling with heart-pounding sadness.

"Qingcheng," the hoarse voice slowly diffused, "I don't know who else I can tell..."

He lowered his head in pain outside the door, as long as he thought of the gossip outside, his nerves were so tense that he was about to break.

"Qingcheng, are you asleep?"

With circled fingers, he gently knocked on the door.

In the quiet bedroom, there was no response.

His fingers moved uneasily, but he still forced himself to push the door open.

The warm palace was filled with the aroma of pear blossoms, this was the most satisfying thing he could give her in winter.

Walking in carefully, he saw Anyang who was sleeping soundly on the soft bed.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, and the hazy winter light cast a light radiance on her originally fair face.The slender eyelashes trembled slightly in sleep, because Meimeng's delicate lips were curled up, sweet and greasy, which made his heart skip a beat.

"Allure..."

He bent down\ body, and the light call came into his ears, without waking up in the slightest.

"I'm really asleep," he softened his voice, looking at Anyang like a maniac.

The world outside was already in a mess, but the moment he saw her, all the troubles turned into long-lasting tenderness.

It's a pity that he realized it too late. The person who should be held in his hands and treated tenderly by him will never forgive him again.

"Hmm," An Yang frowned in dissatisfaction as he seemed to sense the gaze from the side.

Chang Ruocheng's hands and feet panicked all of a sudden, and when he wanted to escape, the gaps in his eyes dimly opened.

Being looked at straight, Chang Ruocheng suddenly felt his scalp tingling, he straightened up with difficulty, and stared condescendingly at Anyang who opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

However, it was not Anyang who was waiting for him with a cold face.

"You came."

The light tone, without any emotion, was as normal as the wind blowing back and forth, and suddenly he felt his heart go cold.

It doesn't matter if you scold him or beat him, why is it...

"Do you want to stand up and talk?"

With a calm tone, he felt like a marionette, and sat down numbly.

"You, how are you recently..."

He knew everything she experienced day and night, but when he really saw this person, he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Squeezing out a word in embarrassment, he tried his best to soften his facial expression.

Anyang slowly made him a cup of hot tea, and only after the maid retreated did he sneer and say, "Not good, very bad."

Chang Ruocheng was stunned for a moment, and blurted out a concerned word, "Could it be that they didn't take good care of you?!"

Anyang tilted his head, with a sarcastic expression on his face, "I didn't know before, you are willing to talk nonsense."

(End of this chapter)