My chest feels a little cold...

Qin Ye's breathing tightened, and he immediately understood what he meant. He actually wanted to...

For half a year, he had always respected her and had never complained about her.

Now, he was about to go to war, so he wanted to...

His hand fell on the second button. Her pupils shrank involuntarily. Her hands hanging at her sides curled up, her body tensed, and the words of rejection rose to her throat, ready to come out.

I was about to push him away.

Suddenly he was picked up and carried to the bed in the inner room.

His body sank.

One level.

He pressed forward...

"Xiao Ye," he put his hands on both sides of her head, with deep desire in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Please calm my heart."

He held her left hand, interlocked their fingertips, and slowly pushed it from her waist to the pillow, pressing it down.

"Tell me you want to stay with me."

Holding her right hand, pressing it on the pillow,

"You said you like me."

Qin Ye's throat tightened.

She knew that he still had doubts in his heart, and if his doubts were not dispelled, he might not go to Tianshu City easily.

If he doesn't leave, she can't leave.

But if she didn't make him feel at ease, wouldn't that mean she was lying to him? All she had done before would be in vain.

In these brief few seconds, she was almost standing on a rope as thin as a hair. If she was not careful, she would fall to pieces.

"Zong Zhengli..."

He pressed down and kissed her lips.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she moved slightly to the side to avoid it, but the next second, she cleverly broke free from her hands, hugged the man's neck, and bit his neck.

“Hmm!”

When she avoided him, Zong Zhengli did have doubts.

But then, her initiative made him lose himself instantly. The desire in his body could no longer be controlled and burst out. He hugged her tightly and at the same time tilted his head three points to get closer to her.

Qin Ye lowered his eyes and kissed his neck, his mind racing with thoughts...

Her kisses moved upwards little by little.

Active, gentle, and lingering, like a gurgling stream, flowing slowly and intoxicatingly.

He closed his eyes, almost enjoying it.

She kissed from his neck, to his features, cheeks, eyebrows, and eyes, then slowly moved down to the tip of his nose, about to imprint on his thin lips...

suddenly.

"hiss--"

She twitched and doubled over in pain.

Zong Zhengli opened his eyes immediately, and seeing her slightly pale face, he asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

"I... have a stomachache... it seems to be coming..."

Zong Zhengli paused, frowned, and stared at her for two seconds, as if trying to figure out the truth in her words.

Her pale face did not seem fake.

The discomfort she showed, biting her lower lip lightly and bending her waist slightly, didn't seem to be fake.

After a moment, he turned over and stood up.

"I'll have the maid come in and serve you."

He went out.

Caixia and Caidie came in and helped her change into clean pants. Caixia went to make some brown sugar water, while Caidie walked out of the room holding the dirty clothes that had just been changed.

In the courtyard.

The man stood.

Zong Zhengli heard the footsteps, turned around and looked at Caidie. With just a gesture of raising his hand, Caidie understood and walked forward.

Bow and present the dirty clothes you just changed with both hands:

"Your Majesty, Miss Qin's period is indeed today."

She had served in Zhaoyang Palace for half a year and already knew Qin Ye's diet, daily life, taste preferences, and menstrual period very well.

Zong Zhengli picked up the white underwear, saw a hint of red between the white, and pursed his lips, "Step back."

"yes."