After giving birth to twins, the princess became pregnant again, and the royal uncle took care of he

A moment later, she lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes, bright as stars, fixed on him without blinking.

"Then from now on you shall call me Yao'er."

She remembered that in her past life he liked to call her "Yao'er," but she disliked it and forbade him to call her by her given name. In this life, she wanted him to call her Yao'er.

"Then may I call you Brother Chen or Yao Chen from now on?"

She asked softly, her tone tinged with a hint of playfulness and shyness.

A gentle smile played at the corners of his lips, and his voice, deep and steady like a fine wine, slowly began to speak:

"Okay, whatever you say." His words were full of doting affection for her.

Hearing his quick agreement, she couldn't help but feel happy, but she still teased him deliberately, saying:

"As I say? You don't mean you're unwilling?"

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes darted around, sparkling with a cunning light, like a lively little fox.

He chuckled softly, reached out and gently flicked her nose, saying:

"I could never have asked for such a thing. To be addressed by such a lady is truly my good fortune."

However, she did not stop there, but continued to ask, "Then who is the person that Brother Chen admires?"

Her heart was pounding in her chest, even though in both her past and present lives, she was the only woman by Jun Jiuxiao's side.

He also publicly declared that she was his wife and the love of his life.

But for some reason, at this moment, she still longed to hear him say those affectionate words with her own ears.

Jun Jiuxiao's gaze became increasingly deep and steady. He stared at her quietly, his eyes filled with endless emotions, as if a thousand words were contained within them.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, in an almost whispered tone, "How could you not see it?"

Chu Xingyao pouted slightly, her cherry-pink lips trembling with a hint of reproach and a look of pure expectation, as she spoke:

"Brother Yaochen, you need to tell me if you like someone, otherwise how will I know you like me?"

He gently reached out his hand, like a breeze caressing the surface of a lake, and slowly stroked her silky, smooth hair.

His eyes revealed endless doting and deep affection, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.

He whispered, "The only person I have ever truly loved in my life is you, Yao'er."

His voice was deep and firm, like a solemn vow, each word like a heavy hammer, striking Chu Xingyao's heart.

It instantly filled her already fluttering heart with warmth and sweetness.

She couldn't help but tiptoe, like a light butterfly, to get close to Jun Jiuxiao's cheek, and then gently placed a kiss on it.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and everything around became quiet and still.

Even the twinkling stars in the sky seemed to be under a spell, ceasing their joyful dance.

They stood quietly in the night sky, witnessing this heart-stirring moment together.

When those soft lips touched Jun Jiuxiao's cheek, everything in the world lost its color.

Only the shy and lovely woman in front of him occupied his entire field of vision.

Chu Xingyao's face instantly flushed bright red, even her earlobes turning a tempting crimson. She said coquettishly:

"This is your reward!" Her voice held a hint of playfulness, along with an undeniable touch of shyness.

However, her actions were so natural and unpretentious, revealing her deep love for Jun Jiuxiao in every gesture.

Jun Jiuxiao asked in a deep voice, "Why is Yao'er's face so flushed? Why is her heart beating so fast?"

His voice held a hint of teasing, yet also a touch of concern. His gaze was fixed on her, not missing a single emotional fluctuation in her.

Chu Xingyao hurriedly fled back into bed, too ashamed to face anyone. Her shyness was like a newly blossoming flower bud, urgently needing gentle protection.

Her voice came from under the covers, trembling slightly: "Brother Chen, you should leave soon, it's getting late."

Her words contained a hint of urging, but even more so, a deep reluctance to part.

Jun Jiuxiao stood by the bed, gazing silently at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He said softly, "Yao'er, you should rest now. I will come to visit you again tomorrow."

His voice held a hint of reluctance and tenderness. He reached out and gently stroked her hair before slowly turning and stepping out of the room.

She gently closed her eyes, her mind filled with Jun Jiuxiao's soft words, each one like the warm sunshine of spring, warming her heart.

In the darkness of night, she whispered her vow: "Brother Chen, in this life I will promise you a lifetime of glory and a lifetime of deep affection."

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Meanwhile, in the study of the War King's mansion,

His gaze passed through the window lattice, fixed on the bright moon in the night sky, while his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

"In this life and the next, she called me Wang Yaochen for the first time." He pondered this sentence repeatedly in his heart, each word like a heavy hammer, striking his heart and awakening long-dormant emotions.

The name, uttered softly from her lips, carried an indescribable intimacy and warmth, stirring ripples in his heart.

His gaze fell on the solar lamp and calming incense on the table. Although these two items were simple, they were of great significance, as they were prepared for him by Chu Xingyao herself.

They lie here quietly, emitting a faint light and a delicate fragrance, as if she were gently accompanying them, offering her silent care.

"In this life and the next, this is the first time she has prepared gifts for me." He gently stroked the gifts, a surge of warmth welling up in his heart.

These small things, carrying her deep affection and care for him, made him feel extremely precious and moved.

"In both past and present lives, this is the first time she has openly declared that the person she loves is me."

He closed his eyes, recalling Chu Xingyao's tender confession, each word as sweet as honey, filling his heart with happiness.

Her feelings were like the warm spring sun, warming his entire world.

"In this life and the next, she kissed my cheek for the first time." He gently touched his cheek, as if he could still feel the warmth of her lips.

That kiss was like a butterfly gently touching a flower's heart, tender yet profound, filling him with awe and joy, yet also accompanied by an indescribable unease.

"Why did she suddenly become like this?" he wondered to himself, a hint of confusion flashing in his deep eyes.

Her transformation was like a sudden ray of warm sunshine in winter, making him feel both warm and suspicious.

Could it be that behind this sudden display of tenderness lies a secret he was unaware of?

Could it be that beneath her smile lies a hidden scheme?

In his heart, there was both joy at this sudden warmth and worry about the unknown.

However, amidst this complex emotional entanglement, his heart gradually hardened, becoming as steadfast as a rock.

"That's enough," he exhaled softly, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Even if she is lying to me, I am willing to accept it."

He suddenly stood up and strode steadily toward the window of the study. In the darkness of the night, his figure appeared exceptionally lonely and resolute.

His hands gripped the windowsill tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, highlighting his inner struggle and determination.

“It’s just a life. If she wants it, give it to her.” His voice rang out again, this time deeper and more resolute.

He was willing to believe and be intoxicated by her, even if it was all just a mirage, he was still willing to be obsessed with her.