Deyang was stunned. After Xiahou Yongli put on a veil cover, he looked up at her. She was like a legendary elf, pure and soft, and looked at him curiously with her big eyes, like an innocent little girl.

But he knew that she was not that innocent little girl who was ignorant, she was the famous Princess Deyang.

"Are you satisfied with your wife?" Xiahou Yongli chuckled, looking at Deyang staring at him with a stunning look, and was very helpful in his heart.

Deyang was slightly stunned, and then he realized that Xiahou Yongli was asking what he was asking. He couldn't help but blush for a moment, quickly lowered his eyes, and took the pen on the short table and dipped it ink.

Seeing her little daughter's delicate appearance, Xiahou Yongli couldn't help but chuckled, rolled up her cuffs and picked up the graphite gracefully, grinding the ink slowly and evenly, and smiling softly, "I'm grinding the ink for my wife."

Although Deyang blushed, his mind was still clear. She wrote a lot, and the questions she wrote made Xiahou Yongli a little helpless.

"Do you plan to disclose your identity because Xiahou Yunze is about to arrive in Yunqian, or because of my fault?" Deyang's first sentence clearly stated that he wanted to clear his relationship.

Xiahou Yongli was also extremely smart. Seeing her question, he thought of her meaning and couldn't help but sigh: "Yinyin, you, I, husband and wife are the same, and there is no need to be so clear in the division."

Deyang glanced at him sideways, and a trace of resentment was dyed between his beautiful eyebrows and eyes. She lowered her eyes, and Yubai held the pen and wrote faster: "Even if you were forced to disclose your identity because of me, I don't owe you."

Xiahou Yongli stared at this sentence in a daze, feeling that the coquettishness and anger passed through the paper, and it was even more sharp than her calm eyes.

"Well, you really don't owe me anything." Xiahou Yongli smiled slightly, looked at her, and said softly, "You are my wife, and I should protect you."

Deyang was stunned and looked at him in confusion for a while before writing in confusion: "You and I have not achieved the reality of husband and wife except for the church, let alone what I think, do you understand?"

Xiahou Yongli sighed and curled his lips with a little helpless smile: "I will give you a piece of tiles, and you will return my peace. Everyone will do their own things and do not owe each other."

Deyang looked at him unexpectedly, and he could see through it!

Xiahou Yongli's smile was slightly bitter, and a hint of melancholy was hidden in his clear pupils: "You wanted in such a situation at that time, but you still regarded living in the hostel's house as my help to you, so that you would be patient with me. I know very well in my heart."

"Since you are not really stupid, why don't you refuse?" Deyang paused and continued to write, "If you don't want to, there are many ways to refuse. After all, I am a sinner who rebels from the country."

Xiahou Yongli hesitated for a while, and could not help but remember the situation when he met her several years ago and the fact that she almost killed her on the day she got married. With her intelligence and mind, I guess she would not care too much about him having the intention of killing her at the beginning, but...

Why is he a little unwilling to accept it?

Be honest, did he like her long ago?

Forget it.

"The time has not come, so I don't want to alert the snake." Xiahou Yongli avoided her gaze and said casually.

Seeing that he was right and well-founded, Deyang believed it and no longer pursued it. Moreover, in her memory, she never met him, so how could he think of him falling in love with her at first sight?

Deyang thought about it and continued to write: "You and I did not owe each other, but now you save me once, I will lose my virility from you, but I will still owe each other. From now on, each other will have nothing to do with each other."
Chapter completed!