ordinary woman, a woman who grew up in the countryside. Where could she possibly have the abilityBut now, just by glancing at his stump, she could tell exactly what he had endured. She had to admit,...An Xuetang's sudden confession made Mo Yunjing's heart flutter. He held her tightly, as if wanting to integrate her deeply into his very bones and blood.

How could He Moyunjing, with his meager talents and abilities, be so fortunate as to meet such a perfect woman!

An Xue Tang wasn't being overly emotional, nor did she have the idea that a woman in ancient times should be reserved. All she knew was that she loved, very much, the man before her.

Love may have blossomed unknowingly, perhaps from the daily companionship and shared moments, or maybe it's his sincere affection during this time. It could also be that his gentleness towards her was something she had never experienced before.

She first discovered that she was a person who dared to love and hate. She hadn't liked anyone before, so she didn't know. Now that she did, and since she had fallen in love, how could she express it To keep her composure and not tell the one she loved that she loved him, what was the point

An Xue Tang's expression of her feelings was one-sided; she didn't expect a response from Mo Yun Jing.

Because she knew that men and women of this era wouldn't be so blatant about revealing their feelings.

To everyone's surprise, after a long silence, Mo Yunjing suddenly leaned into her ear. His husky, magnetic voice whispered softly, "Tangtang, if I favor one person, I will devote my whole life to them generously."

An Xuetang instantly smirked. Fortunately, she had occasionally read ancient poems before, or else she wouldn't know what he meant.

Feeling the promise of being loved by only one person for a lifetime, An Xue Tang said it was very good, and the curve of her mouth became more pronounced.

Mo Yunjing gently pushed her away at this time, holding her face in both hands.

An Xuetang's lips moved slightly, just about to say something, but Mo Yunjing somehow pressed her down. He held her face in one hand and her waist with the other, not giving her any chance to react. He leaned down and captured her pink lips, kissing her deeply...

After expressing their love, the two of them were filled with passion and excitement. An Xue Tang's slender hands subconsciously grasped tightly at his shirt, feeling her body being controlled. Her skin, as white as snow, bloomed crimson red. In her mind, colorful fireworks exploded, rising up, blooming, fading, then blooming again...

Such a state lasted for an unknown amount of time, An Xuetangto do this and that, wishing he could run out right now.He wanted to personally go to Beijang Palace to tell An Xue Tang this huge 'good news'.Let her know that the husband she has been longing for, d...