Chapter 288 The Empress Dowager (15)

  Su Xian's face was on her body, he asked, "Your Highness, is it alright?"

  Forcibly suppressing it will only make this mind grow like a twig with roots, grow wildly and entangle it frantically, making him unable to live in peace.

  The delicate and beautiful teenager squinted Shi You at a loss, so she nodded confusedly.

   Shiyou always thought she was the mighty and domineering party, so she took the initiative.

   The tip of his nose was against the tip of his nose, and his lips were pressed against each other.

  Su Xian's eyes widened in an instant, his long eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and the tip of his nose was filled with the cold fragrance of a girl.

   Shiyou frowned and suddenly said, "Do you dislike me?"

   "Um...no."

   Feeling the girl's momentary loss, Su Xian coaxed her softly: "Your Highness... You have done a good job, then let me serve you..."

  Su Xian stretched out his hand and tore off the headband of her hair. The long black hair spread out in an instant and spread it on the mandarin duck pillow. A strong arm wrapped her firmly, holding her cheek lightly with one hand.

   Like a treasure, he kissed sympathetically.

   It's like someone who is extremely thirsty finally sees Ganquan.

   He didn't dare drink too hastily, for fear that it was just an illusory imagination.

  I don't know how long the kiss lasted, it seemed like a long night, and like a flash of lightning, Su Xian finally stopped his plundering.

In the dim light, he saw Shiyou in his arms, a faint blush on the girl's fair face, sparkling eyes, and a pair of almond eyes filled with spring water, clear and swaying, seductive. people's hearts.

   Every breath and every breath carried his breath.

  Su Xian suddenly had the urge to cover up something, raised his hand and covered her eyes.

   His voice was a little hoarse, like a grass floating on the water: "Your Highness, don't look at me like that."

   His Adam's apple rolled and the ends of his eyes were red.

  Otherwise, he would not be able to bear it.

   "Husband, I've approved a day's work, I'm so tired, can I rest earlier..." Shiyou pleaded coquettishly without knowing it.

   "What did you call me?"

   "Husband..."

   After making a fuss, Shiyou lay on the bed exhausted.

  Su Xian wiped her body clean with hot water, took her into his arms, "Tired?"

   Shiyu nodded tiredly.

   "Let's sleep together then."

  The night was getting darker.

  Su Xian hugged his exhausted little girl in his arms and went to sleep together.

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   Yaohua Palace.

  Yan Qingqing didn't fall asleep all night.

   She lay on her delicately arranged bed surrounded by aroma, but kept her eyes open, through the dim light, struggling to count the stripes on the bed canopy above her head.

   The palace attendant held a dimly lit lamp and walked in gently, trying to cover the master with a quilt and turn off the lamp.

   But before she could lift the curtain of the bed, she was startled by Yan Qing's quiet and quiet voice: "...Is there any news from Sir Sikong?"

  The palace man was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little embarrassed: "If you go back to His Highness, it's not yet..."

   "Lord Sikong is watching by himself. As soon as there is news, we will pass it on to you!"

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   The next morning.

   When you were sleeping soundly, someone pinched her face and pinched the tip of her ear.

   She patted the messing hand away, unwilling to wake up in a shallow dream.

   She turned over halfway through, feeling as if someone was sitting next to the tumbler, blocking the light for her and letting the morning sunlight pass by gently without disturbing her.

   At this moment, Su Xian, who was sitting beside the bed,'s gentle gaze fell on his left hand.

   He stretched out his hand and stroked the faint mark, his eyes gentle.

   He has left many scars on his body, but this one is my favorite.

   (end of this chapter)