Seeing the addictive song is slightly thirsty, she shouted without asking, pouring a glass of water for her.

After receiving the water, the finger touched the hand that handed the cup and looked up in surprise.

Yan Ge woke up that day and was a bit impressed by Emperor Xuanwu.

I just feel that this guy has grown taller, faded from indulgence, calmed down, and restrained.

Of course, the emperor's momentum is also more prestigious.

But at this moment, the man standing in front of her.

The reason is that the cheekbones are particularly noticeable because of the skinnyness. The whole person gives a feeling of depression and irritability, like a sleepy beast.

At this moment, he stared at Yange without blinking.

In those dark eyes, there were two big mountains falling down on Yange.

She felt so dangerous that she was out of breath.

As soon as she was lost, the cup in her hand slipped and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

This crisp sound will awaken Emperor Xuanwu from the room.

He stared at Shang Yange with a grin, and said with a smirk: "Xue Qing is so good at hiding you."

"It's been a long time since I was sick, and I already have new love."

He glanced up and down his eyes and smiled even more: "What is worthy to look like her?"

While talking, the hand suddenly stretched out and pinched Yan Ge's neck.

This man ...

Meet three times.

Every time I pinch my neck as a gift.

Yange feels really honored.

With her small body, she resisted incompetence.

So I did not resist anymore, only a pair of eyes stared calmly at Emperor Xuanwu.

She ripped the corner of her mouth and even wanted to smile at him.

Such a provocation, indeed, made the anger on Emperor Xuanwu's eyebrows even worse: "Beast embryo ..."

The words behind him failed to continue.

It was as if he was suddenly gripped by his neck. He had a long mouth, and his eyes were surprised ... no, it was more of a panic!

His hand was loose at the next moment, and he took the song that was going to fall backwards into his arms.

The other hand held up the hair of Yange and stared at the red mole the size of a rice grain behind her ear.

The next moment, he lifted Yan Ge's feet, removed her shoes and socks, and looked at the two moles in the center of her feet.

He was still squatting on the ground, holding her feet in one hand, raising his head slightly, and he stared at her.

The expression on his face seemed to cry and laugh.

The words were silent.

This is Feng Yang's body.

This body, Emperor Xuanwu will not be unfamiliar.

Emperor Xuanwu's hand was shaking.

But the next moment, he suddenly got up and held the words in his arms: "Yangyang, Yangyang, you are my Yangyang."

There were ecstasy and sadness in his voice.

When he hugged her, the strength of his arm seemed to turn her into his thick chest.

Maybe he was infected.

The mood of Yange gradually fluctuated.

She raised her hand, paused in the air, and then stroked his back.

"Ajiu," she said quietly, "you have grown a lot taller and thinner."

Emperor Xuanwu rested on her shoulder.

After hearing her talk like this, it seemed to be finally confirmed.

His Yang Yang, indeed returned.

He blinked, and blinked again, tears shed silently.

The suppressed choking voice of Emperor Xuanwu spread into the ears of Yan Song.

Yange's eyelashes trembled.

She rested her head gently on Emperor Xuanwu's shoulders, and therefore saw Xue Qing standing in front of the Moon Gate.

The man was still in a big red robe.

When the wind blew, the gown flew slightly.

Even without looking at his face, she could feel the heavy sadness from him.