Yang Rongrong remembered the taste of apples, sour, sweet and crisp, and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
What a broken metaphor. It made her even hungrier! Shen Wenqu suddenly spoke: "I had a dream last night. In the dream, I was a sword cultivator and you were my apprentice."
Yang Rongrong's eyes lit up: "Do you remember?"
"I just remembered a small part. I guess it's because I haven't eaten anything in the fantasy world in the past two days, and the influence of yellow rice on me has weakened." Shen Wenqu explained.
This was good news. Yang Rongrong temporarily forgot about her physical hunger and said excitedly: "This shows that our decision not to eat is correct."
Shen Wenqu nodded slightly in agreement.
Yang Rongrong took the initiative to take his hand, shook it vigorously, and encouraged him.
"Come on, hold on!"
Although the hunger is unbearable, it is their only way to resist being assimilated into the illusion.
Shen Wenqu lowered his eyes and looked at the two hands clasped together, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."
A line of text popped up in the dialog box above the head.
[Her hands are so soft and comfortable to touch. I want to take a bite. 】
Yang Rongrong: "..."
She quickly pulled her hand back.
Shen Wenqu's fingertips shrank slightly, and then he put them down after a while.
He said, "Go back."
Yang Rongrong nodded and said yes.
The two took a carriage back to the city lord's palace.
At night, Yang Rongrong went to bed early as usual.
While she was drifting off to sleep, she vaguely felt that there seemed to be someone beside her bed.
She opened her eyes and saw Shen Wenqu sitting beside the bed, staring at her with a deep look.
Yang Rongrong was startled and quickly sat up.
"What are you doing?"
It’s so scary in the middle of the night!
Shen Wenqu: "I had another dream just now. In the dream, you were involved with three other men. You deceived me. You don't love me at all. Even the name Sang Chun is fake."
This dream made him so uncomfortable.
He woke up from a dream and couldn't sleep again.
Shen Wenqu looked into her eyes and murmured softly.
"Can I still trust you?"
Yang Rongrong thought for a moment before saying: "At least in this illusion, you can completely trust me."
Shen Wenqu asked again: "What about after leaving this illusion?"
Yang Rongrong couldn't give an accurate answer.
Her silence is actually an answer.
Shen Wenqu lowered his eyes: "I understand."
Yang Rongrong felt uneasy.
In this illusion, she and Shen Wenqu were the only two living people.
They have the same identity and the same goal, and are natural allies.
If she loses Shen Wenqu as her partner, Yang Rongrong will have to fight alone, which will greatly increase the difficulty for her.
She thought about coaxing Shen Wengui with nice words and stabilizing him, and then when she left the illusion, she would express her attitude and distance herself from him.
Although doing this is scumbag, in the face of survival, moral integrity can be put aside for the time being.
Shen Wenqu stood up and prepared to leave.
Yang Rongrong quickly took his hand: "Wait a minute."
Shen Wenqu lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Is there anything else?"
Yang Rongrong: "I can't give an exact guarantee about the future, but I do have a good impression of you. When we leave the illusion, I will carefully consider our relationship with you."
Shen Wenqu remained silent, as if thinking about the credibility of her words.
Yang Rongrong looked above his head and saw a line of words popping up in the dialog box.
[She must be lying to me again, I shouldn't believe her. ] Yang Rongrong held his hand tighter and continued: "I'm not lying to you, I'm serious!"
Shen Wengui remained silent.
Yang Rongrong knew that it would be difficult for him to believe in her with just a few words.
So she calmed down, lifted the quilt and got up.
She was wearing a light-colored middle coat, with her long hair spread behind her, her feet bare on the quilt, her hands clinging to Shen Wen's shoulders, and she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
Shen Wenqu's body froze and he did not regain consciousness for a long time.
Yang Rongrong looked into his eyes closely and said seriously: "I was involved with other men before, but that was all in the past. Now I like you, can't you accept it again?"
Shen Wenqu's eyes fell on her lips, and he swallowed unconsciously, his Adam's apple sliding up and down.
The dialog box above his head refreshed.
[Her lips are really soft. 】
Yang Rongrong waited nervously for his answer.
After a long time, I heard him ask in a low voice.
"What's your real name?"
"Yang velvet, poplar of poplar, velvet of velvet."
Shen Wenqu silently held the name in his mouth, chewed it several times, and then softly called out: "Longrong."
It had been a long time since Yang Rongrong had heard someone address her so affectionately, and she felt as if she was in another world.
Shen Wenqu called her again: "Rongrong."
A line of text popped up in the dialog box above his head.
[Her name is as cute as her person. 】
Yang Rongrong knew that she had stabilized the person, so she let go of Shen Wenqu and said to him.
"You are the first person to know my real name. This is my sincerity to you. I hope you can continue to trust me. I really need your help."
Shen Wenqu stared at her, as if hesitating on how to answer.
Yang Rongrong looked up and saw the dialog box above his head.
[It would be nice if she could kiss me again. This time I hope it’s on the mouth. 】
Yang Rongrong: "..."
Smelly man, think well! She simply ignored the desire in the other person's heart and continued.
"If you still refuse to believe me, I have no choice. In short, I will still try to find a way to escape from the illusion. Even if you don't help me, please don't stop me. I don't want to become an enemy with you. "
Shen Wenqu finally spoke.
"I don't want to be your enemy either."
Yang Rongrong's eyes lit up: "Are you willing to continue to believe in me?"
Shen Wenqian nodded: "Yes."
He knew that he was foolish to make such a choice. The woman in front of him was so good at acting that he couldn't tell the authenticity of her words. There was a high probability that she was still lying to him.
But he still wanted to try.
If he chooses to believe her, there is a half chance that he will be deceived, and the other half chance that he will get what he wants and start over with her.
But if he chooses not to believe her, then he will lose even half of the chance.
He has to seize half of the probability.
Yang Rongrong smiled: "Thank you."
Shen Wenqu looked at her deeply: "I hope you won't let me down again."
Yang Rongrong made a false promise sincerely.
"Certainly not!"
The wedding day will come soon.
As soon as Yang Rongrong got up, she was pressed by the maids in front of the mirror to dress up.
A bright red wedding dress was put on her body, all the long black hair was pulled up, a luxurious and heavy flower crown was put on her head, and delicate makeup was painted on her face.
A red hijab fell on her head, covering her face.
She was helped out of the bedroom, and walked into the ancestral hall amidst the congratulations of everyone, and joined hands with Shen Wengu to worship the ancestors and heaven and earth.