ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 72. Fill the Messy Head

"Or..." Xue Xue moved her cramped legs because she was so nervous about being afraid to make a move that made people who were now there make a sound.

"Did you like concubine Huan?"

 Nan Yuhuai did not reply, he turned his body around.

 "I never asked you to do anything to me except this once, Xue Xue." Flat talk.

"You'd better go to bed now, if you need to have the waiter call you a healer, you're sweating coldly on a hot night." Nan Yuhuai stepped his feet letting the Xue Xue who was like a choking

awaiting answer.

"Good night sister, rest."

Xue Xue did not hold back her departure at all despite the thousand questions that might be filling her head, nan Yuhuai realized that her sister did not expect her to be there for too long. Whatever the reason, Nan Yuhuai was not a person who liked to interfere in other people's affairs let alone Xue Xue was an independent woman even at her young age. It was possible that his sister's magic was even higher than him, Nan Yuhuai did not doubt that. So whatever his sister did did did not make him anxious at all, especially

as far as Yuhuai Xue was concerned, he was not a rash person.

"You don't need to know anything about Huan, Xue Xue. I wish you could do that to me. Otherwise, I can't tell you what I can do to get that woman away from Nan Chen's side." That sentence was said inwardly as it came out of the door of Xue Xue's room.

A few minutes, a grave-like silence after Nan Yuhuai's death, Xue Xue's eyes barely blinked until Zhao Juren rubbed a thick blanket over which she lay face down under Xue Xue's feet to hide away, he barely dared to breathe as long as he was behind Xue Xue's blanket.

He had briefly jumped on the roof or put himself under Xue Xue's bed but the girl without her quarrel, instead jumped on the bed and pulled him into the blanket. Wrap it in there.

"My brother won't go up to my bed to check on you. This is the safest place." That was the reason Xue Xue.

"Has he gone?" Zhao Juren asked half a whisper. Xue Xue did not reply, her face still looked tense. The two of them were momentarily facing each other sitting upright on top of Xue Xue Xue's soft bed

that's. The strange midfielder immediately ambushed back, the distance so close that Zhao Juren misbehaved himself. Strangely enough, he was perplexed by his perception when faced with being too close to Xue Xue. Shy condolences but publishing a strange passion. That indifferent but sincere sweet face belonging to Xue Xue had really bothered his mind the past few weeks.

 "Mr Zhao..." Xue Xue clenched both of her hands to the right left of her body, her voice sounding raucous.

"Huh?" Zhao Juren looked at Xue Xue confusedly, her intentions that immediately jumped out of Xue Xue's bed were puffed out.

"What intentions do you really keep on me? why are you doing all this? You scared me." That question Xue Xue asked, those eyes that were as deep as a whirlpool stared at him sharply. Just this time Zhao Juren saw this woman's gaze so strange to her.

 "What do you mean, Xue Xue?" Zhao Juren asked back while gulping down his saliva which felt like a stone passing through his throat. But the strange turmoil was unbearable, they were only separated by a small distance above this tempting bed, he said, he subconsciously shook his body holding onto the shoulder of Xue Xue who was staring at him unblinkingly.

"I'm.I'm scared..." Xue Xue's voice trembled, she bit her own lips but made no attempt to brush off Zhao Juren's touch on her shoulder.

 "Fear what?" Zhao Juren did not take his eyes off Xue Xue for a second. His head came close until the sound of breathing they both almost exchanged des@h.

"I'm afraid that if you hang around me too much, you mess up my head, I think about you too much." Xue Xue lowered her head in a careless manner, her voice trembling crazily. He had never said such words to any man in this world but for some reason in front of Zhao Juren the man who might be the age of his eldest brother, he could not lie with his feelings.

Xue Xue was a strong young girl, she was even believed by Nan Chen as her shadow outside the palace walls. He has led two major wars in the last three years, despite her young age, she was an intelligent girl in arranging war strategies after the Qin commander took her as a disciple and adopted child for the childless old commander. Xue Xue was not an indiscriminate girl, other than she had the blood of a royal noble flowing thickly in her veins as the noble Princess Nan Luoxia she was also a free girl with a capable kanuragan. Sword and arrow science and the use of secret weapons are well mastered. But in front of Zhao Juren he felt all of his abilities evaporate. This man was like a magnet from the first time he saw him at the Doting gate. He was cold and different, Zhao Juren's jade-black eyes were so dense and deep as if bewitching him to enter it. The eye had no fear of anything, as if the pain it had experienced in nature contained every human fear it had. This was a strange attraction and Xue Xue could barely twitch every time faced with this man.

 Zhao Juren with her fingers no less trembled reaching for Xue Xue Xue's chin, for some reason she became unwilling if the girl removed her gaze from her eyes.

Xue Xue gripped the edges of her blanket tightly, as her head was slowly lifted by Zhao Juren's clothesline demands. He never felt this terrible feeling, when with this man his chest seemed to be filled with dozens of drums in the safety of the sound, his heart seemed to want to jump at any time.

"I'm also surprised, lately my head has also been filled with your face." Zhao Juren said later, her voice sounding cautiously.

"My reason is so desperate to bet your life into this palace, not just to find you for political matters alone..." Zhao Juren continued with a voice that was almost like a whisper.

 "But..."

 Xue Xue blinked her eyes once, as if so curious about Zhao Juren's next sentence. Her lips were slightly opened, as a respectable woman she hated her current attitude but her heart said another. Zhao Juren's trembling lips were like a sweet stalk of honey.

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