Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

Song Yiyuan's cheeks turned red when he heard that they were getting married.

He raised his head, looked at Xu Muche and said, "Will you regret it? Mother said that if you marry into our Song family in the future, you will be trapped here for the rest of your life."

Speaking of which, he still doesn't know what Xu Muchhe's ambition is.

After he fell in love with Xu Muchhe at first sight, he forcefully kept him by his side.

Although Xu Muchhe later agreed to be with him, now, he felt an inexplicable feeling of guilt in his heart.

Maybe it was because he transformed from pure possession at the beginning into true love.

Song Yiyuan bit his lower lip, and as if he had made up his mind, he grabbed Xu Muchhe's hand and kissed the other person's white hand affectionately.

Then he forced a smile and said, "Master, you can tell me what's on your mind. Do you really want to get married to me and stay here for the rest of your life? If you really have other ideas, I won't blame you."

"After these days, I have thought about a lot. Since we got together, I have often threatened you, fearing that you would leave. I know this is unfair to you, so I want to hear your true words."

Xu Muchhe listened carefully to what he said, then reached out and pinched his cheek.

"Fool, it's already here, and you actually want to back down?" Xu Muchhe said half-jokingly, "We have made trouble in the entire Song Dynasty, and even invited General Lin here. Isn't it too unreasonable to back down at this time?" Take responsibility.”

Song Yiyuan was afraid that Xu Muchhe would misunderstand, so he quickly explained, "I didn't."

"As long as it doesn't, then we won't talk about it."

"But I..." Song Yiyuan hesitated.

He fell in love with Xu Muzhe.

When you love someone, you should want the best for the other person. No matter how painful the person is, you should learn to respect Xu Muchhe.

Song Yiyuan was even angry with himself because he ignored Xu Muchhe's wishes and thought of forcing himself on him.

What's even more unforgivable is that he also planned to ask his servants to help hold Xu Muchhe's arm and let him do whatever he wanted.

Fortunately none of this happened.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to forgive himself.

Xu Muchhe seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and sighed helplessly, "I have never regretted what I have done. Since I promised you, I will naturally continue with you. Don't worry that I will be wronged. I am not I am a very ambitious person, so maybe staying in your Song family is the best thing for me."

"Really?" Song Yiyuan said uncertainly.

Xu Muchhe nodded, then pretended to be unhappy and said with serious eyes, "Next time I say something like this, I will really regret my marriage."

Song Yiyuan said in a panic, "That won't work, you can't regret your marriage."

He held Xu Muzhe's hand tightly, fearing that Xu Muzhe would turn around and leave in the next second.

Xu Muchhe was amused by his expression, lowered his head and kissed his ear.

Song Yiyuan felt a little itchy and couldn't help but hum. The tips of his ears suddenly turned red.

"You obviously don't want me to leave, so why are you pretending to be generous?" Xu Muchhe reached out and grabbed his chin, rubbed his lips with his fingertips, and his eyes darkened slightly, "Since you don't want me to regret my marriage, then I will Don’t say such things, you know?”

Song Yiyuan nodded obediently, his voice trembling, "No, I won't dare next time."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Xu Muzhe lowered his head and looked at him, looking at Song Yiyuan's slightly confused eyes. Finally, he couldn't hold it back and leaned in for a kiss.

The two fell on the bed.

Song Yiyuan struggled and put his hand on his chest.

"Can you call me husband?"

Xu Muchhe's voice was obviously mute, and he leaned into Song Yiyuan's ear and said, "But we are not married yet."

Song Yiyuan was not satisfied with his answer and bit his shoulder lightly.

Then he protested, "I don't care, you must call me husband, otherwise I will leave now and won't let you get in."

After hearing this, Xu Muchhe stood up and looked up at him, "Can you really leave now?"

Of course Song Yiyuan can't.

He was more anxious than Xu Muchhe.

After realizing that Xu Muzhe had completely controlled him, Song Yiyuan snorted angrily and said aggrievedly, "You know how to bully me, I won't care about you."

Seeing that the person in his arms was already aggrieved and about to cry, Xu Muzhe quickly hugged him tightly, lowered his head and kissed Song Yiyuan's lips.

"I was just teasing you, why didn't you scream?"

Xu Muchhe first kissed Song Yiyuan's ear, and then called softly, "Husband."

Song Yiyuan let go of him with satisfaction.

Although he couldn't get enough of Xu Muzhe, Xu Muzhe called him husband, so he was still very majestic.

Seeing that Song Yiyuan no longer resisted, Xu Muchhe lowered his head and continued to kiss him.

*

After one night, the blackening value dropped directly to 15%, not far from clearing it.

Xu Muchhe is not in a hurry, since they still have a lot of time in this world anyway.

At Mao's hour, Song Yiyuan opened his eyes in a daze, groped for Xu Muchhe's position, raised his head and kissed the other person's chin.

Last night, Xu Muzhe called him husband many times, which made Song Yiyuan feel very sweet in his heart.

Xu Muchhe also opened his eyes and hugged him tightly, "Are you awake?"

Song Yiyuan responded, "I can't sleep anymore."

"You worked hard yesterday." Xu Muchhe reached out and stroked the side of his face, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? You must be exhausted."

Song Yiyuan glared at Xu Muchhe in shame and anger, "Nonsense, my young master is in very good health."

Xu Muchhe responded with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Let's get up when we wake up. I'll pay my respects to Madam later."

Song Yiyuan pursed his lips and complained with some dissatisfaction, "Are you in such a hurry? I want to hold you for a while longer."

"Although Madam agrees with our matter, she cannot be too presumptuous. We still have to have the proper etiquette."

Song Yiyuan also understood these principles and could only nod reluctantly, "I understand."

The two of them wanted to say something, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Sir, are you awake? The slave is coming in to help you change your clothes."

Song Yiyuan's face darkened, "Why is it a woman!"

Well, he, a good mother, even arranged a maid for Xu Muchhe.

Are you too confident in his son?

Mrs. Song didn't know, but he knew very well.

Xu Muchhe liked women before!