The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 457: Cloak

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"Well, I have to go back." Pang Yi nodded and strode outside.

"Why are you panicking?" Xiao An called Pang Yi from behind, took off a new black cloak from the screen, walked to Pang Yi, and put the cloak on him. "Although it's spring, it's still cold outside, and you have to go up the mountain on horseback. How can you do it without wearing more clothes?"

"When did you buy it?" Pang Yi looked at the two white and tender hands on his chest that were tying the straps of his cloak. His face was a little gloomy. The corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched twice, as if he was trying to endure it. Something.

"I didn't buy it, I made it by myself." When she said this, Xiao An was a little shy and didn't dare to look up at Pang Yi, otherwise she would have been able to detect Pang Yi's emotions and finally tied the knot. Little An stroked her cloak gently and said softly, "I'm not good at needlework. This is my first time doing it, so it's inevitable that my work will be rough. Don't find fault...ah!"

The next second, Pang Yi held Xiao An's face and suddenly kissed the chattering little mouth. Pang Yi kissed fiercely. The man who had always been extremely docile in front of Xiao An was unusually fierce this time. Overbearing, he held Little An tightly in his arms, regardless of Little An's struggling hands and feet. He just wanted to kiss her, possess her, and eat her...

"You...what's wrong with you?" After the long and intense kiss, Xiao An's lips were red and swollen. She was a little shy, but even more worried. At that moment, Xiao An ignored her shyness and went over to hold her hand. Pang Yi's hand, "What's wrong with you? Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today?"

"It's nothing," Pang Yi tried his best to suppress the turmoil in his heart, smiled at Xiao An, and said, "Go to bed early, I have to go."

"Oh," Xiao An was a little disappointed, but she also knew that Pang Yi would never stay. She straightened Pang Yi's messy clothes and asked in a low voice, "Then will you come back tomorrow? ”

Pang Yi didn't say anything, lowered his head and kissed Xiao An's hair, then turned around and walked out the door. Xiao An stood there in shock for a long time before going over and closing the door.

Somehow, her heart felt a little heavy, just like the dark night.

……

The wind was still blowing that night, and it was still very cold in Ninggu Pagoda at the end of April. Pang Yi did not ride a horse, but led the horse and walked in the sunset. He did not want to go back, let alone stay in the inn. So I could only walk alone like this.

The cloak fits well, neither long nor short, just hanging down to the ankles. It is double-layered, warm and wind-proof. Pang Yi has never worn such a good cloak. He is holding the horse with one hand and holding the cloak with the other. He gently rubbed a corner of the cloak with his fingertips. He imagined how little An made this cloak stitch by stitch. It was really difficult for a rich and noble girl like her to make such an exquisite cloak. She did.

Pang Yi couldn't help but laugh when he thought about little An's clumsiness, but he stopped laughing when he smiled.

Although Zhong Mingwei didn't say it, he was Zhong Mingwei's confidant and naturally knew what kind of determination Zhong Mingwei had made. While he felt sad for Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, he was also very confused.

He always wanted to talk to Zhong Mingwei about him and Xiao An, but he swallowed the words several times. He really didn't know how to speak. Although Zhong Mingwei probably wouldn't mind, but This must be really hard to say. He originally thought that he would wait until Zhong Mingwei and Meiya got married before saying it. Then he would take Xiao An up the mountain to kowtow to Zhong Mingwei and Meiya and meet formally, so that he could be honest with Xiao An in the future. Live life.

But now that something like this has happened, Zhong Mingwei has suffered such a fatal blow, and may not be able to recover for the rest of his life. And as a subordinate, how can he only care about himself? Zhong Mingwei is his master. He should live and die for Zhong Mingwei in this life. Now that Zhong Mingwei is so depressed and depressed, how can he be greedy for happiness?

He felt guilty, whether it was for Zhong Mingwei, Meiya, or even Xiao An.

He felt that he was simply the most shameless existence in the world.

The hand holding the cloak gradually loosened, and the cloak fell down again. Pang Yi watched blankly as the last ray of the setting sun disappeared, and he sighed feebly.