Chang’an Peasant Girl

Meng Zhuqing said without thinking, "Then don't wake up."

Tuoba Yao was stunned, as if she didn't expect Meng Zhuqing to say that, after a while, she smiled.

Although the smile was very slight and not big at all, it complemented her face even more beautifully and suffocatingly.

"You..." He stared blankly at her smile in the moonlight, and was amazed. At the same time, he didn't know what the meaning of her smile was.

"Don't you want to marry me? I promise you."

"Really?!" Meng Zhuqing couldn't believe it.

Tuoba Yao smiled even wider: "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Meng Zhuqing had never seen Tuoba Yao smile at him like this before, and he couldn't help being stunned again, and then he said in a low voice: "It's kind of like it, but I still believe you."

After a pause, he lowered his voice: "Just because I want to marry you."

Tuoba Yao immediately stopped laughing.

Meng Zhuqing immediately became nervous, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Tuoba Yao shook his head.

While Meng Zhuqing let out a sigh of relief, he asked puzzledly, "Then what are you?"

"I feel sorry for you." After speaking, Tuoba Yao no longer sat on the bed with her knees hugged, but faced Meng Zhuqing. She knelt on the bed with her back straight and her eyes level with Meng Zhuqing.

Her hand couldn't help reaching for the silver mask on his face.

Meng Zhuqing subconsciously hid for a while, and then she didn't hide any more, but just stood there, letting her hands touch his face, letting her hands touch her mask, letting her hands take it off slowly The mask on his face.

"If I say, I don't like you at all, but because I am grateful to you, would you believe me?" She asked softly while touching the scar on his face with her hands.

Without even thinking about it, Meng Zhuqing gave her two words: "I don't believe it."

"Heh," Tuoba Yao laughed, "I'm really grateful to you."

"Are you trying to hurt me, or are you trying to hurt yourself?"

"I don't know, I just want to say so."

Meng Zhuqing didn't let her touch the scar on his face anymore, but took her hand that touched the scar on his face and held it tightly, but still looked at her: "The relationship between us was too rough before, if you If you want us to continue to be rough, I will accompany you. But, is this really what you want?"

Tuoba Yao was clearly smiling, but when she heard Meng Zhuqing's words, tears burst out of her eyes, and she cried, "I don't want you to marry me and have no children."

While wiping her tears, Meng Zhuqing said, "If you don't have children, you won't have children. If you really want children, we can adopt one at that time, or go to a nursery to adopt one."

Tuoba Yao laughed through tears: "Is this what your wife taught you?"

Meng Zhuqing coughed dryly, and admitted it honestly: "I also have the same idea, but I don't know how to tell you, Madam, she taught me, saying that it will save me from being a bachelor for the rest of my life."

"You're so good, you won't be single for the rest of your life."

"If I'm really that good, would you want me?"

As soon as the conversation came out, both of them fell silent.

After a while, Tuoba Yao withdrew his hand from Meng Zhuqing's, and then lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered it, and then closed his eyes, as if he was going to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep, you go back." Tuoba Yao closed his eyes, and returned to that cold look.

Meng Zhuqing didn't leave, but asked: "Will you go back on what you said tonight tomorrow?"