The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

Xie Anning was held in his arms, her body a little stiff.

"Ziqin," she heard her own voice, "Do you feel wronged?"

After she finished speaking, the person next to her seemed a little surprised. The hand around her shoulder paused, and then stroked the back of her head, "Why do you think so?"

Xie Anning remained silent.

Even if she didn't say it, Ishihara Qing could figure out the answer.

Why else.

It was just because she judged him by her own standards that she thought he should feel wronged, so she asked this question.

——She felt that she owed him.

This realization caused ripples in Ishihara Qing's heart, and he couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tighter.

Although the feeling of "owing" is beneficial to him in every way and there are many examples of love born out of pity, he still can't bear to let her fall into self-judgment.

"An Ning," Ishihara Qing said softly, "You don't have to feel guilty towards me, not at all."

"Everything I did was voluntary. You've never asked anything of me, either before or now. You've been completely unaware of my feelings over the past decade or so, so you don't need to bear the burden of this."

He considered his words carefully and said, "Back then, your promise was just a casual coaxing of me, thinking I was a child and worried about my panic. I took it seriously and acted like a mean person, thinking about you, now a married woman, for years..."

"I won't feel wronged. Holding you in my arms like this is already a beautiful dream that I can only dream of."

In fact, he also wanted to say, thank you for indulging me like this.

She knew clearly that he was gradually eroding the distance between them and testing the bottom line of her tolerance.

She had just divorced, yet in such a short period of time, she had indulged him to this extent.

How could I not have any good feelings towards him?

As long as she likes him, how could he feel wronged?

Xie Anning's heart softened when he heard this.

Wang Shaofu had only been back in Beijing for two days, and so many things had happened in those two days, but it seemed like a long time had passed for her, making her tired of being entangled between two men.

Just exhausted.

If, if Wang Shaofu continues to pester me endlessly...

Xie Anning just felt a splitting headache.

She clutched the sleeve of the man next to her and buried her face in his arms, "Ziqin..."

"What's wrong?" Ishihara Qing put his arms around her waist and bent down to kiss her neck.

Gentle kisses fell densely, staining the delicate white neck with a light red.

Ishihara Qing's eyes darkened uncontrollably, and the kiss he gave moved upwards little by little, biting her earlobe...

Xie Anning couldn't help but shrink his neck, "No, no."

"...Okay," Ishihara stopped and held her waist tightly, "Go to sleep."

His voice was hoarse and tinged with desire.

Xie Anning felt her ears burning for some reason. She put her arms around the man in front of her waist and whispered his name, "Can you tell me if I can go home tomorrow?"

Seeing that she refused to sleep peacefully and kept making noises in his arms, Ishihara Qing couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know if I can go home tomorrow. I'm only thinking about one thing now."

"……what?"

Ishihara Qing continued to sigh, clasping her waist tightly, their bodies pressed against each other only separated by a thin nightgown, and said with a smile, "What do you think?"

Xie Anning: “…”

The body in his arms was stiff. Ishihara Qing didn't dare to go any further. He just said quietly, "I don't know if I'll get sick from holding it in. If that happens, please don't dislike me, sister."

Xie Anning: “…”

She finally reacted, blushing and about to break free from his embrace, "Go to sleep."