"Yes, I'm worried about you." Xie Wan Ning couldn't bear to see his nonchalant look, so she smiled at him and said, "You're going to bring me and my son back to Beijing, and let us set foot in a troubled place like Beijing. If you die young, I won't be able to protect Ran'er, so of course I have to worry about you."
The worry is real.
It's also true that I don't want to admit that it's just pure worry.
The expression on Lu Ziyan's face gradually froze. He looked at her deeply, and then suddenly smiled.
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." He held her waist with his hands, "No one can hurt you at all."
"Don't play dumb," Xie Wan Ning was not so easy to deal with, "Answer me first, your heart disease..."
"No problem," Lu Ziyan said calmly, "Even if I die young, I will keep you safe."
He said it lightly, but to Xie Wan Ning's ears, it sounded like a roar.
"You really are ill..." Her nose suddenly turned red, "How many years can you live?"
Tears quickly gathered in my eyes and were about to fall out at any time.
Lu Ziyan panicked for a moment. He propped himself up with his arms and sat up. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. "Don't curse me. My hair is a little gray, but I'm not going to die soon."
"Don't cry," he bent down to kiss her eyes, and coaxed her in a soft voice: "If you don't get angry with me more often in the future, I promise to grow your hair back, okay?"
"Really?" Xie Wan Ning climbed up his neck, and her right hand went down to touch his chest. She carefully felt his strong heartbeat for a while, sobbing, "You didn't lie to me?"
"...I'm not lying to you," Lu Ziyan's eyes flickered, and he kissed her red nose, teasing, "Are you so worried about me?"
Xie Wan Ning refused to admit it.
She said, "I don't want to be a widow."
Especially when you are the emperor's widow.
The corners of Lu Ziyan's lips twitched slightly, not knowing whether he believed it or not.
Only then did Xie Wan Ning realize how intimate their current posture was.
She sat astride his waist, with his hand holding her lower back, her whole body pressed against his arms.
He supported himself on the bed with one hand and held her waist with the other, half lying there, with his eyelids slightly raised, glancing at her sideways.
Xie Wan Ning swallowed and said dryly, "Let me go. Didn't you want to leave just now? Ran'er is back. You can leave now."
After he finished speaking, the hand on his lower back not only did not loosen, but tightened instead.
Lu Ziyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What if you don't want to let it go?"
Just now he had fully believed that this was the love nest of her and that pretty boy, so he couldn't stay here for a moment.
But now, in Lu Ziyan's eyes, this place is just the place where his wife and children have lived for four years.
How can it be the same?
This room, this bed, and even the bedding all have her scent.
Whenever he thought of this, his whole body felt hot and he had no intention of leaving.
"It's getting late, how about we stay here for a night?" Lu Ziyan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Wanwan, it's been so long, I miss you so much..."
Those eyes, which had darkened at some point, locked onto her, the desire in them clearly revealed.
Xie Wan Ning's face turned red as she stared at him.
Before she could reply, he grabbed her wrist and reached inside his shirt.
"Aren't you worried about my health?" He said beguilingly, "You must check it carefully."
Hearing this, Xie Wan Ning, who was originally a little awkward, suddenly became serious.
There was no need for him to pull her; she moved down on her own initiative.
Wherever the onion-tipped fingertips passed, the muscles they touched instantly tensed.
Soon, it slid across his hot chest and landed on his thin but strong waist and abdomen.
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