✓The Royal's Little Lady

Chapter 82

In the eyes of the former Gu Suier, Xiao Heng was a noble and noble son, so honorable that he was not of the same kind as her. Seeing such a noble son, she dared not even look at it.

It was a coincidence that she was pregnant with his bones and blood, so she was so reluctantly involved, and she had this fate.

She was afraid of him at first, thinking that he was cold and unpredictable.

Especially those eyes are as cold as the deep pool behind the mountain, making people shudder.

But after a long time, she gradually became familiar with it, and she realized that Xiao Heng is Xiao Heng. He is not cold, and he is not a bad person. He doesn't like to talk. There is always no expression on his face. He never smiles. Others think he is cold and will be afraid of him.

In fact, he was just born like that.

Until now, she had listened to Xiao Heng's stories about the past, and couldn't help but feel sad for him, and couldn't help but pull him to listen to more stories.

At night, Xiao Achen fell asleep, and after the two of them rolled over, she lazily nestled in his arms, rubbing his solid chest, relying on him to tell him the past.

He didn't want to talk a lot at first, so she lied, refused, and squeezed him gently.

In the end, he couldn't, holding her hand to stop her work, holding her around, and telling her the past about his mother, about him, about his father, and about the Zuo family.

So Gu Suier slowly understood, and she also began to understand why he was so tolerant to Zuo's girl at the beginning, and why he stared at her for the first time when he saw Zuo's girl.

"I thought--" She pressed her face to his arm, so her voice became a little vague: "I thought you were attracted to Zuo's girl and wanted to marry Zuo's girl."

She remembered the pain and embarrassment of that day.

Later, Xiao Heng came, and he actually looked at Zuo's girl that way.

She followed the big guy away and bumped her head directly into the tree.

When someone asked her if she was okay, she said she was okay.

In fact, the heart has been immersed in ice water, numb to taste.

Looking back now, I want to laugh.

He looked at the **** the left, but he felt that she was like his own mother in a daze.

He never thought of marrying the left girl.

From beginning to end, he was only himself.

In the future, there should be only oneself.

Thinking about it this way, the coldness of that day became the warm spring water in March, and all the pain was turned into the sweetness that nourishes the heart today.

She pursed her lips and chuckled, raising her face to look at him.

Watching this once-unfamiliar and noble man fall into the mortal world and become the pillow person who is intimate with himself in the bed.

With her eyes facing each other, she raised her arms, wrapped her neck around his neck, rubbed herself against his chest, and said softly: "San Ye, I think--"

Xiao Heng looked at her mood, his eyes darkened: "Huh?"

She climbed onto him, bowed her head in his ear, and said softly.

Xiao Heng's face suddenly turned red: "No."

Gu Suier insisted: "Yes!"

Xiao Heng pursed his lips, his handsome face was stubborn.