Qu clear as promised

It was Liang Hui who hugged him when he went back, and asked him to bury his face in his heart, for fear of getting cold.

The ground dragon in the room was very warm, Liang Hui took a hot handkerchief to clean his hands, Zhu Zhiyi lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, a little dazed, Liang Hui was afraid that he would be frustrated and overthinking, so he suddenly said: "Qinggui, I'm a little happy. "

"Huh?" Zhu Zhiyi woke up like a dream: "What?"

"I said I'm a little happy." Liang Hui looked at him deeply, "Being able to do this for you makes me feel lucky to be with you."

He wiped each other's fingers one by one, then put them on his lips and kissed them, and put them into his heart, sighing contentedly: "I like that you need me, rely on me, send me, and sometimes even want to lock you in my bedroom." Never let anyone see it."

Zhu Zhiyi was shocked by the seriousness and paranoia in his eyes, her body was slightly stiff, and there was a huge throbbing and unspeakable warmth and affection.

"But I want you to be healthy and safe and realize your ambitions more than you can only rely on me."

Zhu Zhiyi insisted on maintaining the superficial calm, not wanting Liang Hui to notice his nostalgia and his indulgence in losing every step of the way.

Liang Hui knew that he should be strong and stubborn, and that a person who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside is the most difficult to attack. He held up his face, looked at him with pity and obsession, and said foolishly: "You can stop being so ignorant like me. Is it?"

"When you were in the military camp, you also saw my most vulnerable and embarrassing moment, and you didn't dislike me, did you?"

"Don't trouble me, I'm really happy to do this for you, otherwise... I always feel like you don't need me."

Moreover, seeing Zhu Zhiyi's fragility and distressed moments, which has always been pure and extraordinary, Liang Hui didn't feel that the idol in his heart had collapsed. It was overflowing, and I just felt that how much I loved him was not enough, and I had to treat him better, and even better.

Zhu Zhiyi's heart was agitated, and she was almost completely immersed in his powerful, tolerant affection and tenderness, and she was puzzled. Is someone so low?

It seems... no, what happened to him, he seems to be a different person since he came back.

At this moment, a string in Zhu Zhiyi's mind broke, and his rationality reminded him that he couldn't procrastinate any longer.

The midwinter is approaching mightily, Zhu Zhiyi follows the doctor to drink every day, and takes the medicine on time, except that the mother's poison has not been eliminated, her complexion has improved a lot.

Liang Hui was by his side almost all the time, holding it in the palm of his hand for fear of flying away, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting. Seeing the beloved get better every day, the brilliance in his eyes also brightened.

Sometimes Zhu Zhiyi would be secretly shocked by the affection and obsession when he looked at her, and would not be able to help but respond, and would forget his restraint.

Zhu Zhiyi's words came to his lips several times, but Liang Huiyi looked at him tenderly with those affectionate and smiling eyes, and forgot what he wanted to say.

He knew he was reluctant, but he had his own principles: "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

Liang Hui was grinding ink for him, and Zhu Zhiyi's hand was still rebuilding: "What, you say."

"I want to resign from the position of empress."