Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

"My beloved." She looked at her, calling her name without meaning.

"Eh?"

"My beloved."

"Eh?"

"My beloved …" After saying this for the third time, before her husband could reply, He Lan Xue had already swam over. With her upper body leaning forward, she felt the warmth of her body as she was embraced by him.

"My beloved …" She was tightly hugged. Her small face was somewhat helpless as she leaned against his shoulder. However, in a flash, she became calm.

Her lover returned his embrace.

He put his hands on his broad back and beat them.

"Don't be sad." she whispered.

Even though Hera Xue appeared to be smiling, but after experiencing so many things in one day, he must be sad, right?

A Xue had always been someone who could be easily hurt by others. Not like her.

— His heart was a long Berlin wall, looking like it would shatter at a touch.

Her heart was a large piece of tempered glass. Although it looked crystal clear and fragile, it was actually an indifferent looking wall made of iron.

He Lan Xue didn't answer, she just quietly hugged her, the strength in her arm had increased by a bit, and she was almost going to be embedded into his body.

"Ah Xue …" Her heart was soft. She raised her face, and Little Ba leaned on his shoulder. Her nose was filled with his sweet smell. She suddenly wanted to say something to express her concern, to construct a bridge that would keep him from bearing all his emotions on his own, but when the words came to her lips, she realized that she was short of words, and in the end, she could only call him by his name.

Then, the empress understood how it felt to hear Hera calling her name again and again just now.

They were both trying to find a way to reach each other's minds.

However, the more he probed, the more he realized that even though the two of them were not close enough, and were not close enough.

To get closer, he wanted to go behind her forever, she wanted to touch his soft heart.

He wanted to breathe the air spewed out from the other party's blood.

She bit down hard.

Very soon, a clear set of teeth marks appeared on Heran's snow-white skin.

He Lan Xue's fingertip was trembling slightly as it emitted heat. She was excited and cautious.

He looked over and saw that her eyes were still wide open, staring dumbly in front of her.

He moved closer to her, his breath in her eyes.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as if they were butterflies fluttering in the wind.

"Close your eyes." He Lan Xue lowered her voice. It was so mellow that it made people want to commit a crime.

The lover's eyes blinked once more, then closed tightly.

The last visual sense of her was Heron's enlarged face.

Even so close, she couldn't find the slightest flaw in his face.

It was a perfect face. Her slightly upturned eyes were covered by a layer of mysterious smoke. It was as if she was looking at the peach blossoms on the other side of the river through the morning mist. She was so sad, so beautiful, so beautiful that it was like a dream.

His straight nose was very consistent with the lines of his entire face. His beautiful figure flowed down, and his thin lips were rosy, exuding a tempting blood color.

His hair was loose.

It was a deadly face.

The man had to admit —

Too f * cking monstrous.

Even she was moved after taking a glance.