Chapter 97: You are my dagger and also my weakness

  She was deceived and cheated by Yan Ziyuan in her previous life, thinking he was good, and also thought his appearance was good.

  Maybe he just thinks he's good-looking.

  I won't have any other ideas about him!

  Now Yan Beizheng lies beside her, exuding an inexplicable and enchanting aura, she...

  She involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, making a "gulp" sound that even startled herself.

  "I... I think this... this pajama's collar is... isn't it made a bit too low..."

  Her gaze fell on his slightly open collar, and that patch of fair and smooth skin made her feel a sudden flush rise to her cheeks.

  Isn't it said that border areas are bitter and cold?

  How come this Asura king is still so fair and handsome, with skin as smooth as cream...

  She lowered her head in a reserved manner: "You... previously misunderstood me and Yan Ziyuan's relationship, now you're bringing the nightgown made by Zhou Shuibei to compare embroidery techniques with me, I thought you also..."

  "This king is not them, last time it was this king... got confused."

  Apologizing is impossible for him; he doesn't have this habit, but admitting that what he did was wrong, he still has the magnanimity to do so.

  "But if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even bother comparing myself to those individuals!" He suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his wounded heart: "Do you know that all these years, you are the only existence that I, the king, cannot fully control?"

  "Jin'er, you are both my dagger and my weakness!"

  Jing Shu's eyes suddenly widened.

  She understands dagger, but what is soft rib?

  The majestic Regent King, the Asura War God, he actually has a weakness too?

  And this weakness is still - her?

  Her gaze followed his hand and fell on his chest... It seemed that if he hadn't been trying to take care of the killer for her, he wouldn't have gotten hurt so badly.

  "Do you like me? That kind of liking between a man and a woman?" She asked subconsciously.

  He grumbled and snorted, as if saying why she was asking such a stupid question.

  "But... why?" She looked puzzled: "Could it be that we met somewhere before?"

  If it wasn't for the fact that they had met before, he would have gone to the battlefield at the age of eleven and just returned recently. That street was where they first met, so where did this affection between them come from?

  "This matter... you will know later," Yan Beizheng said: "However, as you also said, a person's heart is the most uncontrollable thing. I, the king, like you, what other reason do I need?"

  It seems that he felt the sentence was not strong enough, so he immediately added another sentence: "You are mine, I want you!"

  "The heart is also mine, sooner or later everything will return to me!"

  He also figured it out - he came back a bit late, allowing Yan Ziyan to take advantage of the opportunity and create some unnecessary complications.

  No problem! He will cut off all these useless branches and let her grow well within his sphere of influence.

  His previous way of treating her was a bit wrong, making her resistant and distrustful of him. He can give her more time to slowly get used to him, accept him, rely on him, and get close to him...

  From then on, in his eyes and heart, for the rest of his life, there was only one person!

  "Your temper is good," Yan Beichen said again: "However, things that will make you suffer are all unnecessary!"

  "You think about what style of wedding dress you want and tell me, I'll make it for you!"

  What? Yan Beiting said he came to make wedding dresses? He can also... embroider?

  This idea had just come up when it was immediately nipped in the bud by Sheng Jinshu.

  It must be her overthinking, how could Yan Beizheng's hands, which were used to pointing at the mountains and rivers and the battlefield, hold an embroidery needle to make clothes?

  He certainly meant to arrange for someone to sew it up.

  It's okay, she doesn't want to be a burden on others either...

  "Bang", the lamp exploded with a loud noise, Sheng Jinxiu looked at the candle flame, hesitated for a moment, before speaking again: "Huaijin, it's getting late, you tonight..."

  "The king will sleep with you tonight!" Yan Beizheng's words shocked everyone...