Back when Fu Tingxin was entrenched in a heavy siege, dying in battle from exhausting his strength, the Prince of Su never took a wife all his life and requested Ping Prefecture to be granted to him. That was the closest area to the Northern Yan garrison and the border. There had never been a day over of these years that he had forgotten about Fu Tingxin.
Now, after many years of being separated by both Heaven and and men, they could finally see each other in the springs below.
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“I will never part even half a step away from you again.”
"Okay. You won't be a cun apart from me, so when this Marquis goes to fight later on, you can just sit on my lap and watch the battle. How about that?”
“......”
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Fu Shen nodded, staring at that slender figure that was offering him noodles, and silently thought to himself: I don't need anything. Having you is enough.
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“May we stay together for a long time, and both turn into white-haired gentlemen.”
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What kind of tears were capable of pelting a deeply enconscious person awake? Those waterworks had to be a motherfucking magic elixir.
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Yan Xiaohan shook his head in non-compliance. “You value this humble one too highly, Prince. There's no need to speak of living apart from the world; even if he ascends to the sky or descends to the Yellow Springs, I would go with him. It isn't that he cannot be apart from me, it's that I can't be separated from him.”
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“Let's kiss again.” He pulled Fu Tingxin's face towards his own, impatient to seek out the gentle comfort between those lios and teeth, and said once more: “I like you. Ive liked you for really long time.”
“What coincidence.” Fu Tingxin welcomed his lips. “I've liked you for a really long time, too.”
“Nn?”
“Starting from our last life.”
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DiversosThis is basically lines that I copied, and is currently chilling in my clipboard lol The lines here isn't in order, since I would reread some parts of the novel based on my mood, and when I would read that line again, I would copy it and not caring...
