Ah Zhao leans on his chest obediently and lets him have his way.
Her meekness makes it seem like Huo Jun is the one who is unreasonable.
Huo Jun lets go of her lips, then buries himself in her neck and bites hard at the back of her neck.
“Ah! It hurts!” Ah Zhao cries in pain.
Huo Jun looks up, stares at her and sneers: “Dose it?”
He takes her hand and puts it on his chest. “Tell me, Qi Zhao, who are you? Why do you marry me? Have you ever...”
Had any feelings for me?
However, he can't bring himself to finish that sentence.
His position and pride won't let him show any sign of weakness in front of this woman.
Looking at him, she wants to make a joke to lighten up the mood but she can't under such a circumstance.
She answers honestly: “I’m Qi Zhao, the Qi Zhao you know of. I married you because I was drugged and sent on the sedan chair. I...”
She looks at him, her eyes glowing. “I really like you, General.”
Huo Jun thinks he might have an obsession.
This woman is so suspicious and doesn't speak with any sincerity.
His brain tells him the best way out is to send her to Pingjing Inquisition Bureau.
With the best masters of hypnotherapy and inquisition, even a piece of iron has to spit something out after going into that place.
However, when he sees her shining eyes and her pale face, his heart softens.
He can't bring himself to do it.
He doesn't have an alternative either.
All of a sudden, he stands up and walks out.
Ah Zhao calls him. To that, Huo Jun only says: “I’ll send people to look after you. Stay here and recuperate your health before I find out who you are, Qi Zhao.”
If he can't do it, then he won’t.
“General! Huo Jun!”
Ah Zhao calls him again. He pauses for a second then continues to walk away.
Worried, she pulls up the quilt and gets out of bed.
“Don't leave!”
She runs over and tugs at Huo Jun’s sleeve right when he is about to open the door.
He turns around and sees her standing barefoot.
A pair of pale and small feet stands on the wooden floor. Her toes curl because of coldness. At that, he frowns instinctively.
“Go back to your bed.”
“No!” Her grip on his sleeve tightens.
His frown deepens. Instinctively, he wants to get rid of her hand but can't.
Ah Zhao's eyes curve in a smile as she says: “You know my strength. If I don't let go, you can't get away.”
Huo Jun: “...”
He recalls the two iron bars pulled apart by force and retreats into silence.
“Don't lock me up or leave me alone.”
Seeing that he is about to say something, she speaks before he does: “I know what you are thinking about. Don't deny it! I’m your wife. You can't leave me behind. Huo Jun, I swear, I’ve never had any ideas against you, not in the past, not now, nor in the future.”
She reaches out another hand carefully, trying to hold his hand.
“Believe me, okay?”
Ah Zhao leans on his chest obediently and lets him have his way.
Her meekness makes it seem like Huo Jun is the one who is unreasonable.
Huo Jun lets go of her lips, then buries himself in her neck and bites hard at the back of her neck.
“Ah! It hurts!” Ah Zhao cries in pain.
Huo Jun looks up, stares at her and sneers: “Dose it?”
He takes her hand and puts it on his chest. “Tell me, Qi Zhao, who are you? Why do you marry me? Have you ever...”
Had any feelings for me?
However, he can't bring himself to finish that sentence.
His position and pride won't let him show any sign of weakness in front of this woman.
Looking at him, she wants to make a joke to lighten up the mood but she can't under such a circumstance.
She answers honestly: “I’m Qi Zhao, the Qi Zhao you know of. I married you because I was drugged and sent on the sedan chair. I...”
She looks at him, her eyes glowing. “I really like you, General.”
Huo Jun thinks he might have an obsession.
This woman is so suspicious and doesn't speak with any sincerity.
His brain tells him the best way out is to send her to Pingjing Inquisition Bureau.
With the best masters of hypnotherapy and inquisition, even a piece of iron has to spit something out after going into that place.
However, when he sees her shining eyes and her pale face, his heart softens.
He can't bring himself to do it.
He doesn't have an alternative either.
All of a sudden, he stands up and walks out.
Ah Zhao calls him. To that, Huo Jun only says: “I’ll send people to look after you. Stay here and recuperate your health before I find out who you are, Qi Zhao.”
If he can't do it, then he won’t.
“General! Huo Jun!”
Ah Zhao calls him again. He pauses for a second then continues to walk away.
Worried, she pulls up the quilt and gets out of bed.
“Don't leave!”
She runs over and tugs at Huo Jun’s sleeve right when he is about to open the door.
He turns around and sees her standing barefoot.
A pair of pale and small feet stands on the wooden floor. Her toes curl because of coldness. At that, he frowns instinctively.
“Go back to your bed.”
“No!” Her grip on his sleeve tightens.
His frown deepens. Instinctively, he wants to get rid of her hand but can't.
Ah Zhao's eyes curve in a smile as she says: “You know my strength. If I don't let go, you can't get away.”
Huo Jun: “...”
He recalls the two iron bars pulled apart by force and retreats into silence.
“Don't lock me up or leave me alone.”
Seeing that he is about to say something, she speaks before he does: “I know what you are thinking about. Don't deny it! I’m your wife. You can't leave me behind. Huo Jun, I swear, I’ve never had any ideas against you, not in the past, not now, nor in the future.”
She reaches out another hand carefully, trying to hold his hand.
“Believe me, okay?”
