Chapter 146
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Inside the room, there's only Di Ming Jue and the still unconscious Muyan.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, gazing at the girl's sleeping face. The cold light in his eyes slowly becomes softer and softer, more and more persistent.
His fingers caress that picturesque and beautiful face. He wants to caress it, but then he remembers her accusation against him in the Ghost City, and hangs his hand in the air in annoyance.
Muyan's skin is so delicate, so delicate, as if it could be broken with a blow. If he touches it, what if he hurts her again and wakes her up?
Di Ming Jue frowns.
On one hand, he feels that with his identity, isn't touching the woman he likes a matter of course?
On the other hand, he remembers Muyan's angry expression in the Ghost City, and his heart is apprehensive, unable to put down his hand that's suspended in the air.
The doctor's words suddenly echo in his ears, "Your wife is not seriously injured".
Muyan is his wife, his wife.
Di Ming Jue's ears are slightly hot, and there's an inexplicable joy bubbling in his heart.
His gaze slowly moves from Muyan's jet-black hair, her smooth and smooth forehead, her long eyelashes, her raised nose, and slowly falls to those light pink lips.
Even after a long time, he still remembers the sweet taste of those lips.
Every day and every night, he yearns for her in his dreams, longing to taste her again.
Even though he promised Muyan that he would pursue her until she fell head over heels in love with him.
But since it's a foregone conclusion, isn't it only right and proper for him to exercise a little of his rights as a husband?
Di Ming Jue's ears are slightly red, his eyes burning.
One hand props up next to Muyan's face, and his body slowly bends down. Little by little, he approaches those red lips that he's been thinking about for a long time.
Just as his lips are about to seize those lips that are as soft as peach blossoms, and properly savor that sweet fragrance,
Suddenly, a burst of powerful Profound Energy abruptly attacked from between him and Mu Yan.
Di Ming Jue is caught off guard, and he's pushed back several steps by that force.
His charming and gentle desire is interrupted, and Di Ming Jue's complexion is so unsightly that he wants to kill someone.
His cold eyes look at the bedside, at the culprit who disturbed him and Muyan.
He sees a little boy who's just taller than the edge of the bed guarding in front of Muyan, coldly glaring at him.
The handsome little face is taut, and his pair of ice-blue eyes are the same as Di Ming Jue's, full of vigilance and vigilance.
"What do you want to do to niangqin?"
The childish voice was cold, full of coldness and sternness. That imposing manner was even more terrifying than an adult who had been in a high position for a long time.
But after saying that, Xiao Bao no longer cares about Di Ming Jue.
Instead, he eagerly turns to look at Mu lying on the bed.
The person in front of him was extremely beautiful, but her face was so pale that it was almost translucent. Even her originally bright red lips were as white as rice paper. Her long eyelashes drooped, and she was completely silent, as if she would never wake up.
Xiao Bao's eyes redden all of a sudden. He clutches Mu Yan's finger tightly, and his little body trembles.
"Xiao Bao" Xiao Bao.
But he had never been a child who would cry, so he just leaned against the edge of the bed and let out a weak cry like a young beast. "Mother, mother … don't leave Little Bao … Little Bao will be good …"
Lying on the bed, Mu Yan seems to sense something, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly.
Di Ming Jue frowns. With a cold snort, he grabs Xiao Bao by the collar, and turns around to walk out.
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