Chapter 253 (2/2)

”Really?” Mu Yi'an suddenly grasped her wrist with great strength, as if to crush her wrist.

Yi Xiaoqiao was stunned. The dull pain from her wrist made her frown: ”husband?”

For a moment, Mu Yi'an let go of her hand, rubbed her forehead and said, ”don't mind drinking too much, madam.”

”If your husband is tired, why don't you go back early?”

Anyway, Qian Yu is gone, and the Palace Banquet is coming to an end. Now she can go.

Mu Yi'an tilted his head and looked at Yi Xiaoqiao for more than ten seconds. Then he nodded his head slightly: ”OK, let's go.”

Yi Xiaoqiao stroked him up. Mu Yi'an naturally put his hand on her shoulder and hugged her in his arms. He looked like he was drunk and staggering, but his steps were not disordered at all. Where did he put every step calmly? He never put it wrong.

Yi Xiaoqiao didn't have time to pay attention to his feet. He was only busy watching the road for him and kept telling him: ”be careful, don't touch it, be careful of the steps, be careful of the stones...”

Mu Yian's whole body was pressed on her, and her heavy strength bent her body. Yi Xiaoqiao was weak and wrapped by Mu Yian's generous clothes, like a deformed Luoguo or carrying a mountain.

Step by step, Yi Xiaoqiao finally carried him to the carriage.

When I got in the car, I was able to breathe.

However, before she could catch her breath, Mu Yi'an came close again. He stuck it all up, hugged her tightly in his arms, put his lips on her ears, swept his earlobes intentionally or unintentionally, and whispered, ”madam is tired.”

The ambiguous breath suddenly scattered in his ears. Yi Xiaoqiao shrunk his neck, pushed him away, and whispered, ”No.”

”Madam dislikes me?” Mu Yi'an asked, his eyes full of sadness, as if he were going to cry.

Yi Xiaoqiao smiled: ”there is no.”

”Then why did you push me away?”

”I'm afraid you're uncomfortable sitting like this.” Yi Xiaoqiao leaned against the carriage in a different position and opened his hand: ”come here.”

Mu Yi'an was stunned and suddenly stared at her and froze.

Since childhood, his mother said that he would be a person who would do great things in the future. He was almost strict with him. Later, he went to the prince of Henan's residence. The prince of Henan said that he would treat him as a son, but he was more strict with him. He was slightly wrong and was prone to beating and scolding. Later, when he went to the battlefield, he mostly killed. There was no need for warmth on the battlefield. All he needed was military merit and killing.

In his memory, he seems to have never seen a person speak to him so gently, including his mother. Even if he is gentle occasionally, he is not like Yi Xiaoqiao at this time.

Yi Xiaoqiao seemed to see through him and the only softness and fragility in his heart.

”Mu Yian, what's the matter with you?” Yi Xiaoqiao held his hand.

Mu Yi'an shook off her hand like an electric shock. The old lady's words echoed in his ears again. He didn't need tenderness, let alone the so-called warmth. Tenderness was just a hero's grave. It was not a sword that could defeat him in the world, but tenderness, the tenderness of Yi Xiaoqiao's fingers.

He looked away and leaned back on the carriage to close his eyes.

”Mu Yian, are you okay?” Seeing that he was so worried, Yi Xiaoqiao stretched out his hand to touch his forehead: ”what's the matter, have a fever?”

One hand held her wrist accurately and tightly in the palm of her hand.

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly looked up and met his cold eyes. There was no tenderness and drunkenness in those eyes, only endless cold. He gently opened his thin lips and whispered, ”don't touch me.”