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Chapter Thirty-Six Aren't You the King of Love

[69 Book Bar - www.] Yu Chijin's heart froze. How many women dreamed of getting a kiss from him, but she actually - in order to avoid his kiss, she treated him like this -

He lowered his head sluggishly and looked at his exposed abdomen, the four bloody holes, which looked even more enchanting and beautiful under the moonlight. All the enchanting colors stained with blood were so mysterious and showy.

"Why are you treating me like this--"

His deep voice was full of sadness and indifference.

Xi Mange lowered his right hand, and the ice sword fell to the ground at some point and dissolved into gentle water.

"Don't you love me—"

Yuchijin clutched the wound on his abdomen tightly, not wanting the blood to rush out with the frequency of his heart rate and pulse.

Xi Mange came back to her senses in an instant, wondering how she could pity this heartless man.

Xi Mange sneered, "Who didn't fall in love with a few scumbags when they were young?"

Seeing Yu Chijin's extremely painful look, he suddenly said seriously, "I have loved you for ten years. How many decades have you ignored, trampled and humiliated me in my life? Ten years, just two words, are worth dozens of blood and tears."

It’s been a long time. I’ve loved you long enough.”

She deeply understands the pain of Xi Mange's death, and believes that if Xi Mange had any knowledge, he would also think so. Just like the moment she fell off the cliff, her feelings for the firebird that had been buried for more than ten years also sank into the abyss.

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Since he is ruthless to himself, why should he be ruthless?

Yu Chijin let go of the hand that was tightly covering his abdomen, and blood dripped from his hand. The next moment, he clutched the hand tightly around his heart.

Why did this place, for a moment, hurt more than the wound?

"My lord, you are a hot-blooded man. Cover your heart, do you want to imitate Dong Shi?" Xi Mange said coldly with disdain.

Yu Chijin took a deep breath, and the restless wind at night blew his open clothes.

He didn't reply and just passed by Xi Mange indifferently. Brocade belts were everywhere, clothes were dancing, and he looked extremely arrogant.

Xi Mange didn't look at him. What's so good about the back of an injured person? She lowered her eyelashes, remained silent for a while, and stepped into the house.

Lying on the bed, the cold moonlight shone into the melancholy. She actually had insomnia. After seeing Yu Chijin's sad look, she must have been too excited to sleep.

Xi Mange smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

The next morning, Xi Mange opened his eyes and saw Hongying standing respectfully at the head of the bed, waiting.

"What's the matter?" Xi Mange frowned and looked.

Hongying grinned and said softly, "Madam, today is the Queen's birthday. There will be a banquet in the palace. Madam must dress up carefully and look stunning."

Xi Mange smiled nonchalantly, "I'm not the emperor's concubine. No one will look at me. On such a big day, the prince may not ask me to go."

How could she forget the look of disappointment on Yu Chijin's face last night? But, he didn't like Xi Mange, so why should he be disappointed?

She suddenly smiled, no woman dared to disobey him like this, it hurt his self-esteem.

Hongying had a flattering smile on her face, "Who said that, early in the morning, the prince ordered his servants to dress you up and take you with him, my wife?"

What kind of tricks is this guy doing? The thick-skinned man can really afford to be hurt, and he forgot about the pain after sleeping all night.

Xi Mange sat in front of the bronze mirror, patiently waiting for Hongying to dress herself up.
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