The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

There was a golden light dancing in Meng Xuanhe's eyes, and his slightly cool fingertips passed through Xie Lin's body and wrapped around his neck.

With Xie Lin's height, she even had to stand on tiptoe to hug him tightly.

Xie Lin felt her response, as if he had never imagined it. His mind was in a mess, and for a moment, he was shocked, ecstatic, astonished, and his heart was surging.

A strange feeling called palpitations pulled him into a deep vortex, causing a captivating light to flow in his dim eyes.

With his back to Meng Xuanhe, a color that did not belong to Xiaoqi suddenly appeared in his eyes, gloomy and cold.

The complex emotions at that moment instantly turned into an expressionless face, and his deep eyes were as bottomless as a strange pool of ink, cold and deep.

The face that was so handsome that it seemed almost godlike no longer had the gentleness and calmness of the past, but was replaced by a dangerous look.

He was about to do something, but the petite person in his arms spoke before him.

"I promise you, I will stay by your side and never leave you again."

Before you wake up completely, while I am still in this dynasty...

Xie Lin then noticed the warm fragrance around his neck, which instantly calmed his restless heart. He stared at the person in his arms in astonishment. The girl was buried deep in his arms, and his face could not be seen.

Meng Xuanhe's words were like a ray of golden sunshine shining on him. This was the first time someone said such words to him.

Does she know who she is and how she managed to escape from the massacre?

It was ridiculous and funny to be with him.

Even though Xie Lin sneered at her on the surface, his heart began to beat uncontrollably. It was a strange emotion that had never belonged to him before.

Sensibility took over at this moment. Xie Lin reached out and hooked his slightly cool fingers under the girl's chin.

He wanted to see who this bold woman in front of him was.

Unfortunately, at the moment when Xie Lin was emotionally disturbed, the effect of the golden and silver butterfly Gu once again invaded his internal organs and took back control of his consciousness.

Xie Lin did not see Meng Xuanhe's appearance as he wished, but at this moment Xiao Qi didn't know why he reached out and lifted the princess's chin.

There was a slight redness at the corners of Meng Xuanhe's eyes, and her obsidian-like eyes reflected herself, with an inexplicable look on her delicate little face.

Xiao Qi met her burning gaze, turned his head away somewhat awkwardly, and a blush appeared on his handsome face.

Meng Xuanhe broke free from his arms and naturally took his hand, seemingly not noticing the change in Xie Lin just now.

"Xiaoqi, do you have a fever?" Meng Xuanhe reached out, placed his slightly cool fingertips on his forehead, and asked in confusion.

Xie Lin shook his head, clasped her little hands tightly against his chest, and said nothing.

His eyes followed the girl closely, as if he wanted to carve her face into his mind and never forget it.

At this time, Meng Xuanhe just noticed the dark blue marks under Xie Lin's eyes. It was obvious that he had not had a good rest for a long time.

"Have some sleep, Xiaoqi. I'm here and not going anywhere."

Meng Xuanhe brought him to the bed and suddenly realized that she was in her own room. Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

But if I chase him away now, I'm worried that Xie Lin will have wild thoughts.

Xie Lin didn't want to sleep, he shook his head.

"If I close my eyes, will the princess disappear again?" Xie Lin blinked and lowered his eyes, looking a little lost.

Meng Xuanhe just felt like a playboy who abandoned a decent woman, but he didn't know that Xiao Qi had already mastered the pitiful green tea skills to perfection.

She shook her head violently. This time when she returned to Beijing, she had already resolved the issues in Yangzhou.

And now she has thought it through. Instead of hiding from Xie Lin, it would be better to accompany him in these last moments. It would be an extremely precious memory, even if she is the only one who remembers it in the future.

"Then Princess, sleep with me." There was a cunning look in Xie Lin's eyes, like the joy after success.

Meng Xuanhe didn't notice it and thought it was just him feeling insecure, so he nodded and agreed.

Because she had things to do, Meng Xuanhe held on for a long time. When she got close to the bed, she just remembered that she hadn't slept for a day and a night, and only took a short nap on Yi Huaizhi's sword.

Meng Xuanhe's eyelids began to droop as she felt sleepy. Xie Lin seemed to notice her tiredness and held her up with both hands.

Meng Xuanhe felt the burning warmth on his chest, which made her feel more secure than anything else in the world.

A strong heartbeat beat beside her ears, and Xie Lin's deep eyes were filled with strong affection and obsession for her.

The young man's strong arms placed her on the bed, and Meng Xuanhe fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the pillow.

Before she fell asleep, a strange thought flashed through her mind. She was clearly the one who was supposed to coax Xie Lin to sleep, so why did she fall asleep first?

Xie Lin stood beside the bed, looking at the girl's peaceful sleeping face, with a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth.

He was holding a sachet in his hand, which contained the calming incense that Meng Xuan had lit for him earlier.

In the past, the princess always used this fragrance to make him fall asleep and then leave him quietly.

In the future, he would never allow such a thing to happen again, so it would be better to let him do this.

Xie Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, put away the sachet in his hand, put it back into his sleeve, then quietly took off his coat and went to bed.

Meng Xuanhe was covered in the quilt. It was a little hot in the early summer. She reached out to open the quilt, as if the heat made her feel uneasy.

Xie Lin noticed her action, frowned slightly, and covered her with the quilt that she had kicked away.

But after a moment, she threw it away again.

Xie Lin looked at her helplessly, as if he remembered something. He put his fingertips into the quilt, picked up the belt around Meng Xuanhe's waist, and gently lifted it. The skirt spread out as the belt swayed.

He closed his eyes and fumbled to take off her clothes. Suddenly he touched something soft, and Xie Lin's face was flushed.

The sunlight faintly shining through the window could not hide the heat on Xie Lin's face. He quickly withdrew his hand and took out the girl's outer skirt.

Then he quickly turned over and lay down to suppress the burning emotion in his heart.

Meng Xuanhe seemed to sense something and gave a gentle warning, which made Xie Lin look back at her hurriedly, like a frightened bird.

Only when he saw the girl's still peaceful and beautiful sleeping face did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Xie Lin, who was originally feeling sleepy, now had his heart beating like thunder and could no longer sleep peacefully.

He stared at Meng Xuanhe's face beside him for a long time in a daze, his mind in a mess.

Xie Lin was lost in thought, thinking about some unknown "messy" things. It was as if time had stopped at this moment, and the noise of the world had returned to silence.

As dusk fell, the sounds of music and music could be heard from the city of Bianjing. In the capital, the bustling opera scene sank into the night, and bright lights shone through the carved wooden windows.

Meng Xuanhe turned over and woke up, but saw that Xie Lin still didn't seem to be asleep. He said in a slightly hoarse voice: "How did I fall asleep? I obviously wanted you to rest."

Xie Lin smiled but said nothing. What happened a few hours ago came into his mind again, causing his face to flush.

Meng Xuanhe propped himself up with his arms, but found that his coat was missing.

Glancing at Xie Lin's blushing face as if he had done something wrong, she immediately understood everything.

I couldn't help but ask him angrily: "Where's my coat?"