I don’t know if it was Luo Yuan’s illusion, but a warm hand quietly stroked Luo Yuan’s hand. Then, a familiar voice slowly rang out...

"If you are really an ugly woman, you are also the empress of your Emperor Luoyuan. Could it be that you will still dislike me?"

Hearing this sound, Luo Yuan was very happy. Looking at the person on the couch, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"A Yuan? Why don't you light the light? It's so dark..."

A light and fluent sentence instantly defeated all the joys before.

The lights were brightly lit throughout the bedroom. How could there be no lights turned on? Luo Yuan's eyes slowly fell on Zhiyang's eyes.

At this moment, Zhiyang had already opened his eyes wide. Unlike the dark eyes before, at this moment, there seemed to be a layer of white mist on his eyes, and there was no focus on his eyes, and he looked in front of him calmly.

Sure enough, I finally got to this point...

Luo Yuan couldn't believe it, so he slowly raised his other hand and tried to sway gently in front of Zhiyang's eyes. Unfortunately, everything was not as Zhiyang wished, and his eyes did not sway with Luo Yuan's hand, and he was still looking at the air without any hesitation.

"A Yuan... are you still here?"

I suddenly felt a little panicked when I didn't hear Luo Yuan's reply. The hand that was originally holding Luo Yuan suddenly grabbed it a little more, and my eyes became urgent, as if I was looking for Luo Yuan's location.

"Don't panic, don't panic..." Luo Yuan suppressed the bitterness in his heart and forced himself to suppress his voice, "Azhi, don't worry, I'm here, no matter when, I'm here."

After receiving Luo Yuan's response, Zhiyang, who was originally panicked, became quiet a little instantly, but he never put down his hand holding Luo Yuan.

"A Yuan, why don't you light the light?"

In front of Zhiyang's eyes, there was darkness and no light at all, which made Zhiyang feel no sense of security.

Looking at Zhiyang's misty white eyes, Luo Yuan didn't know what to say, and Zhiyang's tight hand tightly clasped Zhiyang, "Little fool, you have been injured by Yingsu. It's only been a few days. How could it be so quickly? Now that you have a thick cloth wrapped around your eyes, you naturally can't see anything..."

After saying this, Zhiyang's panic was significantly reduced by half. Listening to Luo Yuan's words, his hand gradually approached his face, as if he wanted to touch the cloth on the face.

Seeing this, Luo Yuan quickly held Zhiyang's hand and brought her hand into his arms, "Don't move, let me hug you well."

After saying that, Luo Yuan pressed on Zhiyang's body and gradually wrapped Zhiyang's hand around his waist, and the distance between the two was getting closer.

Zhiyang, who was lying on the couch, did not dare to move at this moment. He breathed softly on his face, and he felt the slight heat on his face in an instant. He didn't know if it was his or Luo Yuan's breathing.

"you……"

Zhiyang's pretty face turned red and she gently turned her head away because she couldn't see it. She didn't know what Luo Yuan looked like at this moment. Her breathing kept hitting her face, which made her a little shy.

Looking at Zhiyang under him, Luo Yuan couldn't help but smile, his head leaned down slightly, and said softly in Zhiyang's ear: "Madam, are you shy? You have done something more intimate..."

When this sentence was said, Zhiyang's face instantly turned red like a shrimp, and every word was saying these shameful words, and it was indeed a bit embarrassing to Zhiyang's ears.

"What are you talking about?"

The hand that was holding Luo Yuan behind him gently patted Xia Luo Yuan's back, and his soft whisper made Zhiyang feel even more dependent on others.

Luo Yuan's figure slightly sided and lay side by side beside Zhiyang. At this moment, his hand grabbed Zhiyang's hand and held his fingers tightly, "I watched you fall that day, you don't know how panicked my heart is..."

When he said this, Luo Yuan's brows frowned a little, and there was a little more fear in his eyes.

"What, does it remind you of the time when I fell under your sword?"

Zhiyang naturally knew what Luo Yuan was thinking, and lay on one side of her body in Luo Yuan's arms. Her voice was a bit naughty, and she was drilling into Luo Yuan's heart while she spoke.

"Well, I can't forget that scene in my life..."

Luo Yuan said it was true. He watched the person he loved fall in front of him more than once. The first time he stabbed the sword into her with his own hands and watched the woman like flowers gradually wither and dissipate in his arms. Luo Yuan really didn't want to experience that kind of pain once. His heart was cut like a knife, and there was no need to be such pain.

Thinking back on the past, Luo Yuan's body began to become cold, and there seemed to be a sensation of blood in his nose. He held Zhiyang's hand and began to use force unconsciously, and his eyes gathered fear in the empty space...

"Okay OK, everything is over...Aren't I still by your side at this moment?"

Zhiyang instantly felt that Luo Yuan was in a wrong mood, and he stroked his hands with both hands, giving him warmth and constantly sootheing the desolation in his heart.

Luo Yuan tightly surrounded Zhiyang, took her into his arms, sniffed the fragrance between her hair, and tried to calm the wounds in his heart.

"Azhi, what would you do if one day my eyes can't be seen?"

"What's the problem? How can a good eye not see it?"

Zhiyang leaned against Luo Yuan's arms and did not think much about it, and answered Luo Yuan's questions casually.

"Is it just if? Have you ever thought about it?"

"If your eyes really can't be seen, then you will stay in my temple every day and be my husband, and no one will care about you."

Zhiyang said, just what he thought in his heart. He had thought like this when he was young. He had told the fox emperor and queen of the fox, but they had been ridiculed for a long time.

“That’s great…”

"By the way, A Yuan, when will my eyes be better?"

For some reason, Zhiyang suddenly asked his eyes. As soon as this question came out, Luo Yuan's heart was shocked.

No one dares to say what happened to Zhiyang's eyes. The feather needle has been pulled out, but it still hurts the eyes. If you are lucky, Zhiyang will be able to see things tomorrow morning; but... if the situation is not good, then these eyes will be ruined, and since then, Zhiyang will live in the darkness.

"This... wait until tomorrow, ask Jing Qian, she will treat your injuries. If you are healing, I will help you protect your Qingqiu."

Luo Yuan was really unwilling to mention Zhiyang's injuries, so he found a reason to fool him. No matter what, he still wanted to dispel Zhiyang's worries.

Since Zhiyang has already asked about it, he still has to make plans for this matter as soon as possible. No matter what, it is only a day to hide it. If you can talk to Jing Qian and the others well earlier, Zhiyang will not be suspicious.

"Go to bed quickly. Your body has been damaged by great physical damage. You still have to rest well in the past few days."

Gently patting Zhiyang's back, Luo Yuan looked down at the person in his arms, constantly comforting him.
Chapter completed!