The most romantic little emperor

Ping Wuying heard this and the corners of her mouth curled up into an extremely cold and miserable smile. There was an imperceptible sadness hidden in that smile, and a faint sadness flowed between her brows. "To me, these are not important. What really hurts me is that you have deceived me again and again!"

Although her voice was soft, it was as cold as ice and struck directly into the heart.

Qin Hao slowly lowered his eyes, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he said helplessly: "I had no choice but to do that. Now I have confessed to you, haven't I? Can you forgive me?"

"late!"

Ping Wuying held the scabbard horizontally in front of her, pressing it against Qin Hao's chest, tears welling up in her eyes: "You dog emperor, I hate you!"

Qin Hao heard this, his eyes slowly closed, his arms slowly opened, a very bitter smile on his face, as if he was mocking himself, but also as if he was relieved: "If that's the case, then let the long sword in your hand stab my chest. If this can calm your anger, I'm happy to do it."

"Even though I have told so many lies, there is one thing I have never lied about, and that is Ping Wuying, I love you!"

"If I were to add a time limit to these three words, I hope it would be ten thousand years!"

"At this point, you still want to deceive me with sweet words. Do you really think that the sword in my hand is just a decoration and I dare not attack you?" Ping Wuying's words were full of anger. She held back her tears, determined to let Qin Hao know that there was an insurmountable line between them.

A look of determination flashed across her eyes, and she raised her hand, her fingertips gently stroking the hilt of the sword, as if brewing the calm before a storm.

Qin Hao was about to respond when he was suddenly hit hard in the chest. An indescribable pain suddenly came over him, like ice piercing his bones, penetrating his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a sword scabbard with a cold glow against his chest. Although the sharp blade had not been unsheathed, he already felt the threat of death.

This sudden fear turned into relief in an instant. It turned out that Ping Wuying did not do anything cruel after all. His heart was immediately relieved.

Otherwise, with her skills, Qin Hao wouldn't be able to dodge even if he wanted to.

Ping Wuying's jade hand trembled slightly as she slowly retracted the sword into the scabbard. That movement concealed endless struggle and helplessness.

Her eyes were complex and difficult to read, a mixture of pain and determination, and finally turned into a low sigh: "The relationship between you and me ends here. If you dare to entangle me again, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around lightly, her steps showing an unquestionable determination and arrogance. Her back was elongated, as if carrying all the sorrow and helplessness in the world, making it hard to look at her.

Qin Hao looked at her disappearing figure and felt a chill in his heart. He knew that if he didn't act now, he might never see her again in this life.

In a flash, he made up his mind and a sinister and cunning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was determined to seize this fleeting opportunity.

He moved as fast as a cheetah hunting its prey and pounced directly on Ping Wuying.

Ping Wuying was about to take a step but suddenly stopped. Her keen intuition made her turn her head and look back instinctively.

However, all this happened too quickly. She only felt a flash before her eyes, and Qin Hao's figure was already before her. Her world was instantly filled with an irresistible force.

In that split second, before her astonishment had completely turned into surprise, Qin Hao kissed her soft lips without hesitation in a slightly abrupt but seemingly destined posture.

This scene is like the gears of fate turning quietly. It is so abrupt that it catches people off guard, and yet it seems to have been predetermined. A drama of love and hate is being played out.

The grandmaster of his generation, the peerless leader of Yueying Pavilion - Ping Wuying, had his first kiss taken away by someone just like that!

In the eyes of Daxia people, taking someone's first kiss is like taking away her innocence, and only the woman's husband can do that!

Qin Hao's action was like throwing a huge rock into a quiet lake, causing waves.

"You...you, how could you be so disrespectful to me!" Ping Wuying's voice trembled, her eyes were filled with shame, anger and disbelief. Her long legs seemed unable to bear this sudden change and they softened slightly, her heart beating like a deer.

All those unrivaled martial arts that had terrified her enemies in the past were completely forgotten by her, and her mind was blank.

Ping Wuying only knew that this damn dog emperor not only deceived her, but also inadvertently took away her innocence.

Because for her, even holding hands can only be done by her husband, not to mention her first kiss that she has kept for many years.

"Hehe, Wuying, this action of mine was definitely not intentional." Qin Hao said embarrassedly with a sly smile on his face.

"You are a scoundrel and a thief. You really make me angry and annoyed!" Ping Wuying gritted her teeth and cursed angrily.

That otherworldly fairy-like appearance seemed particularly vivid at this moment because of her excited emotions.

Her ruddy face was filled with complex emotions. Her anger was mixed with a subtle shyness. She was in a state of confusion, feeling uneasy and hesitant, as well as uncertain about the future...

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was about to unsheathe his sword to cut off this sudden entanglement.

However, when her eyes met Qin Hao's again, she couldn't bear to do it, and the coldness on the tip of the sword inexplicably dissipated.

That kiss, like a gentle spring breeze, quietly melted the ice in Ping Wuying's heart, making her heart bloom quietly without her noticing, giving rise to unprecedented tenderness and attachment.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, making it feel both long and short to the two of them.

Finally, Ping Wuying slowly exhaled, and his mood gradually calmed down.

When she mustered up the courage to look at Qin Hao again, her clear eyes were no longer filled with pure anger and embarrassment.

Instead, a subtle and indescribable feeling of love between men and women quietly developed, like a newly blossomed flower, swaying gently in the spring breeze, emitting a faint fragrance.

"You..." The two spoke almost at the same time, but stopped themselves and let out a slight sigh.

Qin Hao slowly moved forward, gently running his fingertips through her three thousand strands of hair, and gently gathered the hair at her temples.

His gaze was deep, as if it could penetrate everything in the world and reach the softest part of her heart. His pretty face, which seemed to be born naturally, looked particularly beautiful and refined, so white that it was almost transparent, making people intoxicated involuntarily.

"Wuying, you are angry, and I want you to be honest. Can we have a good talk?" His voice was low and magnetic, like the strings of an ancient zither, gently plucking the ripples in Ping Wuying's heart, making her love and hate him.