rying the Wangye is your destiny, you must learn to accept it." 。Before the lord's death, you mustn't cause trouble in the manor, lest the Ji Du Hou Fu be shamed. 。It turns out Lu Xuepei wanted to use...Qingxuan didn't expect Nan Gongye to give such an answer.

Her gaze fell once more on Nangong Ye, who was foolishly hurting his own back of the hand.

Reborn into this ancient world, she originally intended to heal Nan Gong Ye's injuries and then go live a life of freedom, traveling mountains and waters.

She is from the 25th century, a time that values freedom.

One cannot be bound by the betrothal of this world.

But she unexpectedly met Nangong Ye here. Now his injuries had healed, and he was completely recovered as the former esteemed war god.

However, before her, he was willing to shed the coldness on his face and give her all his tenderness.

Even sometimes, to avoid making her angry, he would even play the victim, transforming from a war god into a little puppy dog, acting submissive and low-key.

It's impossible to resist softening one's heart.

She was injured, and he would be so foolish as to hurt himself out of guilt, wanting to share her pain.

Such a man in their 25th century would be hopelessly in love.

How could she not love someone who is willing to weather any storm with her in a relationship

Nan Gong Ye's face was right in front of her. His eyes, as deep and dark as jade, held a fiery passion, a tender love, and an almost unbearable heartache for her.

She was immersed in the warm water of the bathtub.

However, at this moment, my heart is warmer than my body.

Min Ming's lips were already swollen from the violent kiss of the man in front of her.

Before she fainted on the bed, she had secretly made up her mind that she wouldn't let this man who turned into a hungry wolf in bed touch her for the next three days. Not even a kiss!

However, she couldn't help but slightly raise her chin and gently place a kiss on Nangong Ye's Adam's apple.

Qingxuan's gaze fell squarely on Nangong Ye's astonished face.

Qingxuan: "I'm very satisfied with your answer."

She has seen too many patients.

Even if others take good care of a patient, there is no one in the world who can truly understand what they are going through.

All empathy is nothing more than a self-deception used to mask the truth.

True empathy, I think, is saying, "If you jump, I jump too."

A gentle touch at the Adam's apple. Nangong Ye held the porcelain bowl, staring blankly at Qingxuan.

His wife's proactive flirting, this is the first time.

The evil fire in his belly, which had been forcefully suppressed, flared up again at this moment.

Qingxuan had just been unable to resist the urge to kiss Nangong Ye, but she didn't expect Nangong Ye's eyes to become unusually deep in the next instant.

"Xuan'er, you're fanning the flames."

Next, Nangong Ye's kiss arrived like fire, a gust of wind, and a sudden downpour.

The air in his mouth became increasingly thin.

Just as she was gasping for air, her body slipping away from the tub, Namgung Yeop extended his long arm and pulled her close, preventing her from falling into the water.

Qingxuan's body is still very weak, and Nan Gongye was worried that Qingxuan would catch a cold. He had already lit a brazier inside the house to keep the temperature as warm as early summer.

Nan Gong Ye was only wearing a thin outer shirt. The moment he touched Qing Xuan's soft skin, Nan Gong Ye gasped, even letting out a muffled hum.

The moment before, I was still lost in Namgung Yeop's deep affection, realizing what was about to happen.

Qingxuan panicked again.

Her frail body truly couldn't bear Nan Gong Ye's domineering demands again and again.

Before, Nan Gong Ye's health was worse than hers, but now in comparison, she realized her own body was even weaker.

Just as Qingxuan wanted to push Nangong Ye away, Nangong Ye helped her steady herself and then, with difficulty, withdrew his hand.

Nan Gong Ye suppressed the desire in his heart, forcing himself to look away from Qing Xuan.

Nan Gong Ye: "Xuan'er, I'm going to the courtyard to see if the vegetables are ready."

Qingxuan lifted her head and from Nangong Ye's handsome face, she saw the expression of suppressing desire.

Before Qingxuan could say anything, Nangong Ye had already turned and left the room.

Looking at Nangong Ye's hurried leaving figure, Qingxuan's lips curled up slightly.

Fortunately, compared to desire, her husband knew better how to pity her.ng Ye woke up, Qingxuan had already made millet porridge and added dried shrimp and cured pork, preserved ingredients, to it.Now, they are trapped in the palace and can't go out every day. Although t...