Xue Qing, who had changed into a red robe, came in from outside the door, like a fairy from the backlight. The entire depressed room was full of vitality because of his bright red.

Emperor Xuanwu's hand strength was loosened.

But at the next moment, his hand strength increased, and his expression was even hesitant.

Xue Qing: "Your Majesty, do you want me to go to the palace to ask her?"

As soon as Emperor Xuanwu's hand was loose, Yan Song fell to the ground.

Her feet were soft, her neck hurt, and her buttocks hurt, but the severe cough covered all her pain. She felt that she wanted to drink a glass of water now.

The throat is hot and hurts.

But obviously, neither Xuanwu Emperor nor Xue Qing had any intention to ignore her.

At this moment, the two men looked at each other.

Obvious love rivals are more important than lovers.

Words of Song: ...

Whenever they wake up and turn around, they regard themselves as air.

Could it be that the love rival suddenly found out that true love between love rivals?

So here comes the problem.

Does she continue to lie on the floor as a light bulb, or does she silently get up to find a glass of water to drink?

Yange certainly doesn't wrong himself as a light bulb.

After all, people who like her have abandoned her, and it is simply unreasonable for her to treat herself better.

Therefore, Yan Ge coughed for a while, then stood up to bypass the confrontational Xue Qing and Emperor Xuan Wu, and walked towards the table.

When she passed by Xue Qing and Emperor Xuanwu, she realized that both of them seemed to have grown up.

Especially Emperor Xuanwu, who was about the same height as her before, now seems to have a head taller than her.

Is it a fantasy world, or is there something wrong with her eyes?

Pouring a cup of water, Yange drank in one sip, and still didn't feel happy, so he poured another cup and drank it.

My fingers rubbed my throat, which made me feel better.

Yan Ge pours a glass of water again, this time sips his throat.

Feeling better, they noticed that the two behind him were silent.

Did n’t you just yell and kill?

Could it be that this meeting is already cuddling together?

Although Yange felt indecent assault, he turned his head curiously and squinted.

At this glance, I realized that both men were staring at her.

It's just that the eyes of the two are very obscure, not sharp and not as wolf-like.

This is strange.

Yan Ge lowered her head and glanced, and she wore this dress well, and did not wear it wrong.

Is it possible that she feels that this light bulb is too obstructive and hinders their passion?

Yange poured another cup of tea for himself, holding the teapot in one hand and sipping with the cup in one hand, and said to the two without looking back, "You go on, I'll find a place to cool down first."

But she hadn't crossed the threshold, and two voices behind her came at the same time.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"stop."

Yan Ge turned his head, stared helplessly at these two guys, and sat on the threshold with one buttock: "I'm sitting here, you continue."

The neck was almost pinched by Emperor Xuanwu just a few words and she had a sore throat.

So I drank some tea and moistened my throat.

Gleefully looked at the two men.

One had almost pinched her neck, and one watched her fall to the ground without help.

No matter how you look at it, it is not the true love of the host.

Poor she has been tangled for so long, it is really a waste of emotion.

Yan Ge is now hoping that the two will roll together and let her watch a live show of men and men doing it.

Even if she didn't do it, she hoped they could do it.