Jealousy

The moonlight spilled into the room through the window, and a trace hit the curtain rolling with gold edges. Looking at the shadowy figure in the curtain, Yan Junyi's steps suddenly paused, and a hint of heat suddenly appeared in his anxious heart.

Suddenly, he found that a month was so long. After so many days, only seven days had passed.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He took a deep breath and then continued to walk to the bed, and said, "Zhi'er, I just heard your screams. Are you having a nightmare?"

"Well, I had a dream, but now I'm fine, you go back to the house to rest." Rong Qianzhi avoided the important and tried to calm her voice. She knew that it was the most unwise to anger Yan Junyi at this time.

"Zhi'er, what dreams have you had? Can you tell me?"

Yan Junyi came to the bedside. He looked at Rong Qianzhi through the curtain. The hand in his sleeve was slowly clenched into a fist. He could hear the sound of Zhi'er just now. She clearly called "husband", and the "husband" in her mouth was undoubtedly Gong Mohan!

She could even dream of Gong Mohan in her sleep. How much did she love him?

Thinking of this, Yan Junyi felt jealous and wished she could be turned into him now!

"I've forgotten." Rong Qianzhi reached out and covered his mouth and yawned: "I'm sleepy, you go back to the house." As he spoke, Rong Qianzhi put a silver needle in his quilt and put it between his fingers with one hand. She had to prepare both hands. If he dared to do something wrong to her, she would be able to fight him to death.

"I forgot so soon?" Yan Junyi naturally didn't believe it. He reached out and lifted the curtain, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "Zhi'er, you were just calling your husband."

At this moment, there was no warm look in Yan Junyi's eyes, and it was full of darkness, as if he was provoking an army to ask for guilt. It seemed that Rong Qianzhi had done something shameful on his back and let him catch him.

Rong Qianzhi sneered and rolled his eyes secretly. He was Yan Junyi, who is? Her man is Gong Mohan, not him. What's wrong with her calling her a man?

He is just sick!

Rong Qianzhi complained Yan Junyi a hundred and once in his heart, but naturally he couldn't say that. Those who know the times are heroes.

She frowned, seemed to think about it, and said, "Is there any? I don't remember? What else did I say?"

Looking at Rong Qianzhi who deliberately pretended to be stupid, the anger in Yan Junyi's heart dissipated inexplicably. He stretched out his hand to stroke a strand of hair from Rong Qianzhi's ear behind her ears, and sighed and said, "Zhi'er, when will you be willing to give me your heart?"

Rong Qianzhi's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Yan Junyi's words obviously had something to say. Could it be that he wanted to go back on his word?

She hurriedly said, "Didn't you give me a month? It's only seven days passed, why are you anxious?"

After these seven days, Rong Qianzhi was also secretly anxious. She wanted to find out where Pofeng was locked up by Yan Junyi, but no matter how she indirectly attacked her, Yue Chun and Yue Qiu were very tight-lipped and did not reveal any news. She wanted to use a kite to spread the news to Gong Mohan, but those kites were picked up by Yan Junyi's people.

Yan Junyi saw these little moves of her. He was not annoyed, as if he was just playing with her.

As time passed by day, she became more and more anxious, but she had no good plans for the moment.

If Yan Junyi regrets this time...
Chapter completed!