This position is ambiguous and dangerous, with your back pressed against the cold, hard car body, and it's a bit uncomfortable.

She was dressed in very thin clothes, and her thin back pressed against the car window, making her feel as if her skin was being pricked right up to her bones.

Jiang Yue's lips were bright red, full and juicy, glistening with a moist, warm sheen, making one want to kiss them.

Zhou Ji swallowed hard, showing remarkable patience. He asked, "Why are you still being biased?"

Jiang Yue feigned ignorance: "What favoritism? Favoritism in what way?"

Zhou Ji gently rubbed his fingertips against her soft lips, the pressure not too strong. His fingertips seemed to carry a trace of the warmth and fragrance from her lips and teeth. He said, "Don't play dumb, you know the truth."

Jiang Yue wasn't afraid of him. Even though she heard him say that, she knew perfectly well that he wouldn't do anything to her.

Could he still hit her? He wouldn't dare.

Be fierce to her? She can be even fiercer.

She's no pushover; she's got the strength and the means.

Jiang Yue looked down at her toes and guessed that Zhou Ji was upset about her deliberately ignoring him in the car. She blinked and said, "I'm not pretending to be stupid. How am I being biased? You're just making things up, and you're not allowed to doubt me."

Zhou Ji watched as she feigned ignorance with a guilty conscience. The anger that had just arisen from jealousy was easily soothed, like a newly kindled flame being extinguished by water.

He hoped that she would love the child he had with her.

However, I don't want her to focus too much attention on the child.

He was conflicted. He wanted to know every single detail of his feelings for her, weighing them precisely down to the gram. He wanted to give her everything he deserved, and he didn't want to give anyone else anything more.

In other matters, Zhou Ji was tolerant and generous.

On this one matter, however, he was extremely meticulous and unwilling to compromise in the slightest.

He was like an insatiable beast, taking advantage of every little thing he got, wanting more, and wanting everything.

This is also a flaw in human nature.

Even he was no exception.

Zhou Ji gently lifted her chin, this time not allowing her to escape, "You were just showing concern for me, as if you'd forgotten about me."

Jiang Yue did it on purpose.

But I didn't expect him to care so much.

Is this some kind of earth-shattering event? Anyone who didn't know better would think the sky was about to collapse.

Jiang Yue had nowhere to hide. She tremblingly raised her eyelashes and met his eyes. Whenever she saw the love in those eyes, she would feel a sense of dread.

Humans are instinctively afraid of the unknown.

She was the same.

Seeing that she remained silent, Zhou Ji then said in a muffled voice, "Your Highness, I am not happy."

Jiang Yue is extremely bad at coaxing people.

After all, she had always been the center of attention and the star of the show since she was a child, and there were very few people for whom she needed to ask for favors.

Of course, there's not much anyone who could match that.

So every time she was asked to coax someone, she felt very awkward. Saying nice things against her will was no different from asking her to lie, and she could only squeeze out a few dry words.

Zhou Ji gently cupped her face in his hands, and as he lowered his head, their noses brushed against each other. An intimate atmosphere filled the air. He looked at her intently and asked, "Can you comfort me?"

Jiang Yue's heart skipped a beat, and her heartbeat became erratic involuntarily. She felt nervous yet a little restless.

She was torn. It didn't seem like she was asking for too much to coax him, but she was most afraid that if it happened once, it would happen again.

What if he's never satisfied in the future?

She can't handle having to coax her every day.

Jiang Yue raised her eyelashes, but still didn't budge. She asked confidently, "Is it wrong for me to be close to my child? He craves my love, and you should be happy to see our relationship improve, right?"

Zhou Ji remained silent for a moment. The logic was sound, but it wasn't entirely correct.

Instead of answering her question directly, he changed the subject and said something else entirely: "Weren't you curious why I committed suicide at your grave?"

Zhou Ji spoke slowly and deliberately, saying, "The Taoist priest from Ling Mountain said he could exchange my life for yours."

His voice came from above, as bland as plain water: "He didn't lie to me." After a pause, the man continued: "So your life was something I traded for, you can't love anyone else more. I want ten out of ten, not a single bit less of mine."

As for his free time, right under his nose.

He could allow her to divert a little bit of her attention to their children.

Any more than that, and I really can't tolerate it.

When Jiang Yue heard this answer, she wasn't surprised at all; in fact, she felt a sense of relief, as if the dust had been settled.

It gave me the feeling that the story was indeed true.

He paid the price of his life, or perhaps more, for her rebirth, which is why she woke up in this unfamiliar dynasty, in this strange yet familiar body.

Jiang Yue thought she probably really couldn't blame Zhou Ji for anything.

He did so much.

We did everything we could and everything we couldn't do.

"You're too domineering."

"I'm sorry, but that's just who I am."

The ever-burning flames illuminated his face with perfect clarity, the blazing sunlight reflecting off his eyebrows and eyes, revealing a subtle hint of madness within his refined features.

As he himself said.

That's the kind of person he is; if he's going to do something, he'll do it to the extreme. He never looks back, and he never gives up.

Zhou Ji touched her face, his tone sounding guilty and his expression apologetic. His words were stubborn and unrepentant: "I can't change it either."

Zhou Ji lowered his eyelids and spoke in a low voice and at a slow pace, appearing quite calm and composed.

He spoke casually, as if reciting a muttered verse:

I like you so much.

"So it's impossible to share."

"Even our children cannot share it."