Before Liang Ying looked up, her eyes suddenly darkened, and the next moment someone had held her lips.
Zhou Huailin first rubbed her lips, licking off the bitter taste of medicine left on the woman's lips bit by bit, and then pried open her pearly teeth and went straight in. Unlike Liang Ying's random biting just now, he was much more skilled. Whether it was bitter or sweet, he desperately absorbed everything that belonged to the woman, without letting go.
He was not asking for nothing.
He was asking for it. Perhaps from the first time they met that year, when the woman held the wrong hand, the seeds of desire had been planted in his heart. He was praying and hoping.
The day when fate favored him.
After he finally waited for Liang Ying's wholehearted love, he found that he could not bear her alienation for a moment.
Liang Ying... He realized in the anxiety of these days that the person he couldn't leave was himself.
I don't know if it was because the intense kiss made people unable to breathe, Liang Ying's brain had begun to be unable to think more and more. In a trance, she forgot where she was, forgot Wei Yan, and forgot the person who was not far away. Only the person in front of her was left.
After his thoughts were completely empty, the man finally stopped. Liang Ying leaned on him and was still panting slightly, just listening to Zhou Huailin talking beside her.
"Liang Ying," he touched his head, "don't think too much, I'm here."
***
Later in the evening, Wen Qi came.
When Liang Ying saw him, she was relieved.
Wen Qi had been here before, and the noise he made was so loud that she could hear it in the house. But he didn't get in after all.
Now Huailin appeared here, and Wen Qi also came. That is to say, no matter what the reason, Wei Yan finally gave up his previous idea.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Zhou Huailin saluted him.
"Governor Zhou."
After the two exchanged greetings, Zhou Huailin went out tacitly, leaving time for the mother and son.
He saw Wei Yan outside the palace.
Wei Yan didn't know how long he had been standing there, and there were even snowflakes piled up on his shoulders outside the corridor.
He just looked at her, no longer as calm as the emperor in the past. At this moment, he was just a man who was frustrated in love, with bloodshot eyes and a haggard face.
Even so, Zhou Huailin could not ignore the overwhelming jealousy.
"Your Highness." Zhou Huailin saluted him.
Under the imperial power, they were just ants. Now it was only love that made this man willing to endure all his emotions.
Just as Zhou Huailin thought, Wei Yan was suffering now.
He witnessed their intimacy with his own eyes, witnessed Liang Ying's dependence on him, and imagined the two of them making love.
His heart was aching with jealousy, and the two emotions of wanting to kill him and not wanting to hurt Liang Ying kept fighting in his heart.
He had to swallow the evil consequences he had sown.
"Provincial Governor Zhou," Wei Yan said, "time can dilute everything, whether it is love or hate."
Zhou Huailin heard that he was waiting for an opportunity.
Why did he think that his love would change, but his would not?
Zhou Huailin sneered in his heart and responded fearlessly: "I will keep it in mind."
***
In the room, Liang Ying wanted to tell Wen Qi that he was worried about her these days after Zhou Huailin left, but she saw the boy standing by the bed, his eyes suddenly reddened, and tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably.
Liang Ying was stunned.
Wen Qi wiped his tears with his hands, but the tears did not stop. He spoke with a choked voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mother. I shouldn't have left that day."
He was apologizing.
Wen Qi thought about it these days, if he hadn't been sick, his mother wouldn't have come to the palace; if he hadn't been away from the palace that day, his mother wouldn't have been taken away; if he hadn't been incompetent, his mother wouldn't have been locked up here.
His heart was full of self-blame. He knew it was all because of him. Whether his mother came to the capital or entered the palace, she was worried about him.
When he was six years old, he understood this truth.
He wanted to be his mother's armor instead of a weakness.
But now, he still can't do anything. She was fine a few days ago, but now her mother lying on the bed is pale and bloodless.
The desire to grow up has never been so urgent.
Liang Ying sighed and hugged the child. What does it have to do with him? Listening to the child crying softly in her arms, Liang Ying felt pain in her heart knowing that he must have been equally frightened these days.
She accompanied the child quietly, listening to him crying in her arms for a long time like a real child.
After crying, Liang Ying wiped his tears.
She never thought that now she would have the opportunity to wipe the tears of Wen Qi, who was always cautious when seeing her.
"Wen Qi, no matter what happens," just like what she said when she sent him into the secret compartment that year, Liang Ying finally expressed it again with the same feeling, "The person mother loves the most will always be you."
