In the room, only Di Mingjue and Muyan, who was still asleep, were left.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the sleeping girl's face. The cold light in his eyes slowly became softer and more persistent.

His fingers caressed the picturesque and beautiful face in the air, wanting to caress it, but he remembered her accusation against him in the ghost market, and he hung in the air in annoyance.

Muyan's skin is so delicate and delicate, as if it could be broken by a blow. If he touches it, what if it hurts her again and wakes her up?

Di Mingjue frowned slightly.

On the one hand, depending on who you are, isn't it natural to touch the woman you like?

While thinking of Muyan's angry expression in the ghost market, I felt terrified in my heart, and could not let go of my hand hanging in the air.

The doctor's words suddenly rang in my ears, "Your wife is fine."

Muyan is his wife, his wife.

Di Mingjue's ears felt slightly hot, and there was an inexplicable joy bubbling in his heart.

His eyes slowly moved from Muyan's jet black hair, round and smooth forehead, thick and long eyelashes, and straight upturned nose, to her pale pink lips.

Even after a long time, he still remembered the sweet taste of those lips.

Every day and every night, he was haunted by dreams and longed for another taste of beauty.

Although he promised Muyan that he would pursue her until she fell in love with him.

But since it is a destined ending, it is natural for him to exercise some power as a husband now, right?

Di Ming Jue's ears were slightly red and his eyes were burning.

One hand was placed on Muyan's face, and her body slowly leaned down, bit by bit, getting closer to the red lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time.

Just when his lips were about to capture those soft peach blossom lips and taste the sweet fragrance.

Suddenly, a powerful force of profound energy suddenly struck between him and Muyan.

Di Mingjue was caught off guard and was pushed back several steps by the force.

The charming desire was interrupted, and Di Mingjue's expression was so ugly that it made him murderous.

His cold eyes looked at the bedside, the person who had disturbed him and Muyan.

I saw a little boy who was just over the edge of the bed standing in front of Muyan, glaring at him coldly.

His handsome little face was tense, and his pair of ice-blue eyes, which were exactly the same as Di Mingjue's, were full of alertness and vigilance.

"What do you want to do to my mother?"

Xiao Nai's voice was icy cold, full of the sternness of not letting strangers in. Her aura was even scarier than that of an adult who had been in a position of power for a long time.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiaobao stopped caring about Di Mingjue.

Instead, he turned around eagerly and looked at Muyan, who was lying on the bed.

I saw that the person in front of me had a beautiful face, but her face was so white that it was almost transparent. Even her originally bright red lips were as white as rice paper. Her long eyelashes were drooped, and there was silence, as if she would never wake up.

It's normal to come.

Xiaobao's eye circles suddenly turned red, and he held Muyan's fingers tightly, his little body trembling slightly.

Endless panic and fear surged into my heart.

But he has never been a crying child, so he just leaned on the edge of the bed and called out as weakly as a cub whining, "Mother, mother... don't leave Xiaobao... Xiaobao will be good...

"

Muyan, who was lying on the bed, seemed to sense something, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Di Mingjue frowned, snorted coldly, picked up Xiaobao's collar, turned around and walked out.
Chapter completed!