After all, he wasn't the concubine Lu Buwei personally recruited, but a complete stranger.

Such a person who suddenly popped up, can Lu Buwei hold him? !

"What if this palace doesn't allow it!"

Zhao Ji's voice suddenly became cold, she said in a deep voice, and at the same time she got up slowly, stretched out her hand to hold Zhao Qixie down, and stared at him.

"I'll be back~"

Zhao Qixie was not angry, and even reached out and brushed Zhao Ji's face lightly, pulling a strand of loose hair behind her ear, revealing a coquettish profile, and assured softly.

"I've heard this sentence many times before~"

Zhao Ji stared at Zhao Qixie coldly, her palms pressed against Zhao Qixie, and her fingernails gradually fell into his flesh and blood. Zhao Qixie didn't use her internal strength to resist, and let her do what she did, because this was a look at him. A woman who seems strong, but is actually vulnerable.

It is like a beautiful vase, but it has been fragmented, even if it seems perfect, it will shatter directly with just a touch.

"I promise~"

Zhao Qixie didn't explain anything, and said in a gentle voice.

He understands that for Zhao Ji, any words are useless, the important thing is actions.

So, the next thing is crazy, and Zhao Ji is also crazy, as if to integrate the whole person into his body, and even left a lot of marks on him. . . . .