The Concubine's Rebirth: The Poisoned Wife Does Not Bow Down

Chapter 547 Promise
Nie Zhaoyang came back to his senses, and in order to hide his guilty conscience, he first raised his eyebrows and gave Sun Ruoyu a fierce look, but he didn't meet Sun Ruoyu's eyes when he glanced over.

Seeing that Sun Ruoyu lowered his eyelids and seemed to be looking down, Nie Zhaoyang's staring gaze followed Sun Ruoyu's downward gaze slightly, and landed on his outstretched palm.

It was at this sight that Nie Zhaoyang realized what kind of action she had just made out of desperation, and also realized what the thing that was softly licking her palm just now was, and she herself fell into deep thought. In the process, he completely forgot that his palm was so inappropriately placed on his lips!
Realizing that although his actions just now were in a hurry, they were still too intimate, Nie Zhaoyang couldn't help but his cheeks warmed up, and his palms were about to be retracted, and the fierce look on his face that was intentionally made was gone. All of them faded away with the sudden surprise and embarrassment.

Although Nie Zhaoyang's movements were fast, Sun Ruoyu's movements were faster than hers.

Just after Nie Zhaoyang's palm left his lips, Sun Ruoyu's big hand came, tightly squeezed Nie Zhaoyang's small hand that was kissed lightly by himself, and controlled it into his palm. Entangled.

Nie Zhaoyang had already held one hand in Sun Ruoyu's palm before, and now he was pinching this hand again, so that the two of them became four hands holding each other, and they held each other extremely intimately.

I feel that every finger of my own is firmly pinched by Sun Ruoyu

Sensing the change between Sun Ruoyu's fingers, Nie Zhaoyang lowered his eyes and looked at Sun Ruoyu's intimately intertwined hands with his. His face was dry and hot, but his heart was full of sourness and sweetness.

"Zhaoyang wants to ask if my father's special affection will be inherited?"

Sun Ruoyu held Nie Zhaoyang's hands tightly and asked softly.

"I'm just asking casually."

Nie Zhaoyang was obviously very nervous in his heart, but he was trying to be brave in his mouth.

"Zhaoyang."

Sun Ruoyu didn't directly say the promise Nie Zhaoyang wanted to hear, but called softly.

"Ok?"

Nie Zhaoyang responded, but did not look up.

"Look up at me."

Sun Ruoyu looked at Nie Zhaoyang's shiny dark hair, and said softly.

"what?"

Nie Zhaoyang took a breath and raised his head.

When Nie Zhaoyang raised his head, Sun Ruoyu looked over with a smile.

Nie Zhaoyang pursed his lips and looked back at Sun Ruoyu. The smile on Sun Ruoyu's lips gradually deepened, and his eyes looked at Nie Zhaoyang with sparkling eyes.

The distance between the two is so close that they can see their own reflections in the other's eyes so clearly.

Just when Nie Zhaoyang wanted to avoid Sun Ruoyu's ardent gaze, Sun Ruoyu finally raised his lips with a smile, and said softly, "Hold your hand, let your hair grow old."

With a buzzing sound, Nie Zhaoyang only felt a shock in his ears, and he raised his eyes in disbelief, and he met Sun Ruoyu's bright eyes that smiled slightly but looked firmly and straight.

"But didn't you hear clearly?"

Seeing Nie Zhaoyang staring wide-eyed at him, eyes full of shock, Sun Ruoyu's smile remained unchanged, and he slightly raised his eyebrows, with a hint of narrowness in his tone.

Nie Zhaoyang has already reacted, and Sun Ruoyu's words just now floated in his mind over and over again, and at this moment he heard Sun Ruoyu's narrow questioning, and immediately ignored his shyness, so he nodded at Sun Ruoyu with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Nodded, "That's right, I just didn't hear clearly. What did you just say? Say it again and listen."

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