Zhang Wuji couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Zhou Zhiruo's cherry lips as he stared at her affectionately.
Seeing Zhang Wuji's face getting closer and closer to hers, Zhou Zhiruo felt her heart beating rapidly again. At this moment, she knew that she would never be able to forget her unforgettable love for Zhang Wuji for the rest of her life.
The moment their lips were about to touch, Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to the side and pushed Zhang Wuji's chest away. She took the opportunity to retreat three feet. Her cheeks were stained with a faint layer of red. She looked at him with slight anger. "You already have your Junzhu, and I have already married someone else's wife. What do you want by doing this?"
"I don't know." Zhang Wuji shook his head in pain. "I really love you. I can't bear to part ways with you and become strangers."
Hearing Zhang Wuji say he loved her, Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip and asked, "What about Zhao Min?"
"I love her too!" Song Qingshu didn't expect Zhang Wuji, who had always been indecisive when it came to love, to be so straightforward this time. Zhou Zhiruo was so angry that she laughed. "Then why did you come looking for me?!"
Zhang Wuji tore open his shirt and revealed the wound on his chest that had been left behind by the Heaven-relieving Sword. "Zhiruo, your figure is like that Heaven-relieving Sword. It will forever be engraved in my heart. My feelings for you have never changed. Back then, when I heard that you and Senior Brother Song were going to get married, I felt like dying."
As her fingers slid across the faint scar, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the heartbroken expression of the girl on the Brightness Peak when she stabbed out with her sword. For a moment, she was filled with emotions and sighed faintly, "Then why didn't you come to kidnap the bride? Do you know that I used my marriage as a wager with Qing Shu, betting that you would not come to kidnap me? In the end, I lost. "After saying that, he smiled sadly.
"I was too stupid at the time. I thought Brother Song loved you so much that you would be very happy after you got married." Zhang Wuji reached out and wanted to hold Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, but she subconsciously stepped back. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her and said, "It wasn't until you got married that my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife every day. Only then did I realize that I can't give in to love."
He had never revealed his feelings in front of her like today. For a moment, Zhou Zhiruo's mind was full of mixed feelings. While she was happy, she remembered that she was already married. She couldn't help but say bitterly, "What's the use of saying this now? I'm already Lady Song."
"F * ck, since you know, why don't you chase him away!" Song Qingshu looked at his wife, who seemed to be in a trance, and the anger in his heart did not lessen at all.
"You are in name but not in reality!" Zhang Wuji said angrily, "In my heart, you will always be the pure and kind girl by the Han River."
"Brother Wuji ~" Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders, sobbing.
Zhang Wuji stretched out his thumb and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. This time, Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse.
Looking at all this, Song Qingshu wanted to become a superman. His eyes were full of lasers, and he wanted to blast Zhang Wuji into pieces. Chapter 6: Surprisingly Angry
Song Qingshu expected Zhou Zhiruo to push Zhang Wuji away and drive him out. However, none of this happened. Zhou Zhiruo looked shy, and her eyes were full of uneasiness and inexplicable expectation.
"This bitch!" Song Qingshu was just scolding Zhang Wuji, and now he began to be angry with Zhou Zhiruo. During the day, she woke up with a slight touch of his hand. Now she looked like she wanted to resist and welcome. What was she going to do?
Her eyes blurred for a moment. Zhou Zhiruo bit her teeth and resolutely took another step back. Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't pay attention to her feet. She didn't know what she tripped on, but she lost her balance and fell on the bed behind her.
"Be careful!" Zhang Wuji whispered and rushed over to support her. However, he was subconsciously blocked by Zhou Zhiruo, and both of them lost their balance and fell on the bed.
Because the table in the room was in the way, Song Qingshu didn't know what just happened. He only saw Zhou Zhiruo fall on the bed as if she was offering herself as a pillow. Zhang Wuji immediately pressed on top of her. Under the shock and anger, a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat. Because he had just recovered from his serious injury, he immediately fainted.
The two of them fell onto the bed, looked at each other, and a wave of indescribable ambiguity spread out.
Seeing Zhang Wuji's hand slowly approaching the ribbon on her waist, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly woke up. She used her hand to block and sat up. She hesitated and said, "No, Qingshu …" She wanted to look at her husband who was lying on the opposite side, but Zhang Wuji blocked in front of her. She couldn't see him at all.
"Don't worry, I've sealed all his vital acupoints. He won't know." Zhang Wuji was very confident in his skills. He didn't have any intention of turning back. He didn't know that their behavior just now had been completely seen by Song Qingshu.
Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Zhou Zhiruo's mind flashed a trace of confusion. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji pushed her hand to the side and grabbed the bow on her belt. When he was about to gently pull it, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly came back to her senses. She flashed and jumped off the bed.
She grabbed the teacup on the table and directly splashed a cup of water on Zhang Wuji's face. She gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Wuji, I hope you can behave yourself."
Zhang Wuji was stunned. The tea slipped down his cheek and dripped on the bedding. He looked at Zhou Zhiruo awkwardly.
"Why didn't you dodge?" Zhou Zhiruo couldn't bear to see him in such a sorry state and asked softly.
"It's my own fault for offending you. This cup of tea is nothing." Zhang Wuji wiped the tea leaves off his face and smiled bitterly.
Zhou Zhiruo sighed faintly, "Brother Wuji, I am now Lady Song. If you really have feelings for me, as long as you agree to marry me, even if I have to bear the ridicule of the world, I will still leave my husband and marry you. On our wedding night, you … whatever you want to do to me, I'll do as you say. "After saying this, Zhou Zhiruo's face seemed to be burning.
Zhang Wuji was so excited that he stood up and wanted to hold her hand. "Zhiruo, I'm really angry.
I will definitely marry you! "
Zhou Zhiruo took a step back subconsciously, covered her collar and said, "I said that after we get married, I can … you can do whatever you want to me, but not now. I am still Lady Song. I hope Zhang Jiaozhu can respect himself."
Zhou Zhiruo was actually a little tempted just now, but a gust of cold wind made her suddenly think that the two of them were not officially married yet. If he took her virginity as Mrs. Song, in the future, he might think that she was not behaving like a woman and look down on her … Women in love were always so worried about gains and losses, afraid that they would leave behind any trouble in the future.
"Yes, yes, yes, I was rude." Zhang Wuji didn't know what she was thinking. If he explained it clearly and enlightened Zhou Zhiruo, she might have accepted him. She would definitely regret it so much that she would vomit blood.
"Brother Wuji, are you really willing to marry me?" Zhou Zhiruo was happy and asked again shyly.
"Of course! I'm willing to marry you. " Zhang Wuji walked to her side and gently put his arm around her shoulder. This time, Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse. She leaned on Zhang Wuji's body softly, as if all her bones had melted. She sighed softly and said, "Brother Wuji, how am I supposed to behave in the future …" In this warm moment, both of them subconsciously avoided mentioning Zhao Min.
They stayed quietly for a while. Zhou Zhiruo suddenly saw Song Qingshu lying on the opposite bed. She thought that she was now Lady Song and felt pain in her heart. She sighed faintly and said, "I'm sorry to Qingshu."
Zhang Wuji comforted her, "Zhiruo, we are a couple. You have never loved him. What's there to be sorry about?"
"But we can't always be sneaky like this." Zhou Zhiruo struggled free from his embrace. She rolled her eyes and looked at Song Qingshu. Her face turned cold. "How about I kill him and you go back and kill Zhao Min? That way, no one will be able to interfere with our daily rendezvous."
"How can I do that?" Zhang Wuji was frightened. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, he couldn't abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I'm lying to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly. "I've already let my husband down. If I harm his life, I'll be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to be with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian. "
After a moment of shock, Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is really the kindest …"
The next day, the sun shone into the room. When Song Qingshu woke up, he found that there was no one in the room. The bed on the opposite side was also very clean and tidy. There were no traces left behind. He let out a long sigh of relief. In his heart, he felt strange. "Could it be that last night was just a dream?"
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference wasn't big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was not the same one from yesterday. Why would she change the bedsheet? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How could he know that the bedsheet was actually soaked by the tea last night, so Zhou Zhiruo deliberately changed it?
"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. When she saw that Song Qingshu had woken up, she squeezed the towel dry and handed it to him.
Song Qingshu looked at her with some disgust. He thought that she probably did something wrong to him last night. Now that she was feeling guilty, she showed unprecedented gentleness and consideration.
"Why did you change the bedsheet?" Song Qingshu took the towel without batting an eyelid. He asked knowingly.
Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her guiltily and said timidly, "I accidentally dirtied it, so I changed it."
"Oh …" Song QingShu didn't probe further. He didn't dare to push her too hard either. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't have dared to say what he just said.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her graceful waist as she walked. Her face seemed to have lost the innocence of a young girl. He couldn't help but feel irritated in his heart.
Since it had already happened, he had to face it. Song Qingshu was never a person who ran away. However, considering that he couldn't even beat one of Zhou Zhiruo's disciples, let alone Zhang Wuji, who was unparalleled in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance hid a cruel and merciless heart, if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be able to take revenge and would instead lose his life.
While he was deep in thought, a hearty laugh came in. "Brother Song's complexion is rosy now. It seems that your injuries are almost healed."
Song Qingshu raised his head and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might have wandered around Zhou Zhiruo's body last night, Song Qingshu's veins twitched. He said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had a grudge, so they weren't surprised by his tone. Zhang Wuji was treating him like this.
"How can I do that?" Zhang Wuji was frightened. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I'm lying to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly. "I've already let my husband down. If I harm his life, I'll be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to talk to you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian. "
After a moment of shock, Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is really the kindest …"
The next day, the sun shone into the room. When Song Qingshu woke up, he found that the room was empty. The bed across from him was also unusually clean, without any traces left behind. He let out a long sigh of relief and felt strange. "Could it be that last night was just a dream?"
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference wasn't big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this wasn't the same one from yesterday. Why did she change the bedsheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How could he know that the bedsheets were actually soaked by the tea last night, so Zhou Zhiruo deliberately changed them?
"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing that Song Qingshu had woken up, she squeezed the towel dry and handed it over.
Song Qingshu looked at her with some disgust. He thought that she must have done something wrong to him last night and was feeling guilty, so she was showing unprecedented gentleness and consideration.
"Why did you change the bedsheets?" Song Qingshu took the towel without batting an eyelid and asked even though he already knew the answer.
Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her with a guilty conscience and said timidly, "I accidentally got it dirty, so I changed it."
"Oh ~" Song Qingshu didn't ask anymore. He didn't dare to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist as she walked gracefully. Her face seemed to have lost the innocence of a young girl, and he felt a burst of irritation in his heart for no reason.
Since it had already happened, he had to face it. Song Qingshu was never a person who ran away. However, considering that he couldn't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo, let alone Zhang Wuji, who was unparalleled in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance concealed a cruel and merciless heart, if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be able to take revenge and would instead lose his life.
While he was deep in thought, a hearty laugh came in. "Brother Song's complexion is rosy now. It seems that your injuries are almost healed."
Song Qingshu raised his head and found that Zhang Wuji had actually walked straight in. Thinking that he might have wandered around Zhou Zhiruo's body last night, Song Qingshu's veins twitched. He said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had a grudge against each other, so they didn't find his tone strange. Zhang Wuji had treated him well.
"How can I do that?" Zhang Wuji was frightened. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I'm lying to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly. "I've already let my husband down. If I harm his life, I'll be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to talk to you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian. "
After a moment of shock, Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is really the kindest …"
The next day, the sun shone into the room. When Song Qingshu woke up, he found that the room was empty. The bed opposite him was also unusually clean, without any traces left behind. He let out a long sigh of relief and felt strange. "Could it be that last night was just a dream?"
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference wasn't big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this wasn't the same one from yesterday. Why would the bedsheet be changed? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How could he know that the bedsheet had actually been soaked by the tea last night, so Zhou Zhiruo had purposely changed it?
"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing that Song Qingshu had woken up, she squeezed the towel dry and handed it over.
Song Qingshu looked at her with some disgust. He thought that she must have done something wrong to him last night and was feeling guilty, which was why she was so gentle and considerate.
"Why did you change the bedsheet?" Song Qingshu took the towel without batting an eyelid and asked even though he already knew the answer.
Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her with a guilty conscience and said timidly, "I accidentally got it dirty, so I changed it."
"Oh ~" Song Qingshu didn't ask anymore. He didn't dare to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't even dare to say that sentence.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist as she walked gracefully. Her face seemed to have lost the innocence of a young girl, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart.
Since it had already happened, he had to face it. Song Qingshu was never a person who ran away, but considering that he couldn't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo, let alone Zhang Wuji, who was unparalleled in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance hid a cruel and merciless heart, if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be able to take revenge and would instead lose his life.
While he was deep in thought, a hearty laugh came in. "Brother Song's complexion is rosy now. It seems that your injuries are almost healed."
Song Qingshu raised his head and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might have wandered around Zhou Zhiruo's body last night, Song Qingshu's veins twitched, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had a grudge, so they weren't surprised by his tone. Zhang Wuji had treated him well.
"How can I do that?" Zhang Wuji was frightened. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I'm lying to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly. "I've already let my husband down. If I harm his life, I'll be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to talk to you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian. "
After a moment of shock, Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is really the kindest …"
The next day, the sun shone into the room. When Song Qingshu woke up, he found that the room was empty, and the bed across from him was abnormally clean, without any traces left behind. He let out a long sigh of relief and felt strange. "Could it be that last night was just a dream?"
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference wasn't big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this wasn't the same one from yesterday. Why did she change the bedsheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How could he know that the bedsheets were actually soaked by the tea last night, so Zhou Zhiruo deliberately changed them?
"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing that Song Qingshu had woken up, she squeezed the towel dry and handed it over.
Song Qingshu looked at her with a bit of disgust. He thought that she probably did something wrong to him last night and was feeling guilty, which was why she was so gentle and considerate.
"Why did you change the bedsheets?" Song Qingshu took the towel without batting an eyelid and asked even though he already knew the answer.
Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her with a guilty conscience and said timidly, "I accidentally got it dirty, so I changed it."
"Oh ~" Song Qingshu didn't ask anymore. He didn't dare to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't even dare to say that sentence.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist as she walked gracefully. Her face seemed to have lost the innocence of a young girl, and he felt a burst of irritation in his heart.
Since it had already happened, he had to face it. Song Qingshu was never a person who ran away. However, considering that he couldn't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo, let alone Zhang Wuji, who was unparalleled in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance concealed a vicious and merciless heart, if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be able to take revenge and would instead lose his life.
While he was deep in thought, a hearty laugh came in. "Brother Song's complexion is rosy now. It seems that your injuries are almost healed."
Song Qingshu raised his head and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might have wandered around Zhou Zhiruo's body last night, Song Qingshu's veins twitched. He said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had a grudge against each other, so they didn't find his tone strange. Zhang Wuji had treated him well.
"How can I do that?" Zhang Wuji was frightened. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I'm lying to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly. "I've already let my husband down. If I kill him too, I'll be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to talk to you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian. "
After a moment of shock, Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is really the kindest …"
The next day, the sun shone into the room. When Song Qingshu woke up, he found that the room was empty. The opposite bed was also unusually clean, without any traces left behind. He let out a long sigh of relief and felt strange. "Could it be that last night was just a dream?"
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference wasn't big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this wasn't the same one from yesterday. Why would the bedsheet be changed? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How could he know that the bedsheet had actually been soaked by the tea last night, so Zhou Zhiruo had purposely changed it?
"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing that Song Qingshu had woken up, she squeezed the towel dry and handed it over.
Song Qingshu looked at her with some disgust. He thought that she must have done something wrong to him last night and was feeling guilty, which was why she was so gentle and considerate.
"Why did you change the bedsheet?" Song Qingshu took the towel without batting an eyelid and asked even though he already knew the answer.
Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her with a guilty conscience and said timidly, "I accidentally got it dirty, so I changed it."
"Oh ~" Song Qingshu didn't ask anymore. He didn't dare to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't even dare to say that sentence.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her waist as she walked gracefully. Her face seemed to have lost the innocence of a young girl, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart.
Since it had already happened, he had to face it. Song Qingshu was never a person who ran away, but considering that he couldn't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo, let alone Zhang Wuji, who was unparalleled in martial arts, and Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance hid a cruel and merciless heart, if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be able to take revenge and would instead lose his life.
While he was deep in thought, a hearty laugh came in. "Brother Song's complexion is rosy now. It seems that your injuries are almost healed."
Song Qingshu raised his head and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might have wandered around Zhou Zhiruo's body last night, Song Qingshu's veins twitched, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone present knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji had a grudge, so they weren't surprised by his tone. Zhang Wuji had treated him well.
"How can I do that?" Zhang Wuji was frightened. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, it was impossible for him to abandon Zhao Min.
"Brother Wuji, I'm lying to you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly. "I've already let my husband down. If I harm his life, I'll be no different from those bad women in history. If you really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to talk to you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian. "
After a moment of shock, Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is really the kindest …"
The next day, the sun shone into the room. When Song Qingshu woke up, he found that the room was empty, and the bed across from him was abnormally clean, without any traces left behind. He let out a long sigh of relief and felt strange. "Could it be that last night was just a dream?"
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference wasn't big, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this wasn't the same one from yesterday. Why did she change the bedsheets? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.
How could he know that the bedsheets were actually soaked by the tea last night, so Zhou Zhiruo deliberately changed them?
"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing that Song Qingshu had woken up, she squeezed the towel dry and handed it over.
Song Qingshu looked at her with a bit of disgust. He thought that she probably did something wrong to him last night, and now she was feeling guilty, which was why she was acting so gentle and considerate.
"Why did you change the bedsheets?" Song Qingshu took the towel without batting an eyelid and asked even though he already knew the answer.
Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her with a guilty conscience and said timidly, "I accidentally got it dirty, so I changed it."
"Oh ~" Song Qingshu didn't ask anymore. He didn't dare to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't even dare to say that sentence just now.
When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu looked at her graceful waist as she walked. Her face seemed to have lost the innocence of a young girl, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart.
Since it had already happened, he had to face it. Song Qingshu was never a person who ran away, but considering that he couldn't even beat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo, let alone Zhang Wuji, who was unparalleled in martial arts, and under the gentle appearance of Zhou Zhiruo, there was a cruel and merciless heart. If he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be able to take revenge and would lose his life.
While he was thinking, a hearty laughter came in. "Brother Song, you look ruddy now. It seems that your injury is almost healed."
Song Qingshu looked up and found that Zhang Wuji had walked straight in. Thinking that he might have wandered around Zhou Zhiruo's body last night, Song Qingshu's blood vessels twitched, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
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