"This is really obedient," deliberately lowered his chin, Chang Ruosheng's voice penetrated into his neck softly with a warm breeze, and An Yang buried his head lower.

He couldn't help but giggle twice, and when he looked up, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared immediately.

The chill turned into a sharp sword, carrying a strong threat, and swept diagonally past Feng Zhaoyuan, who was kneeling on the ground.

The moment the two eyes met, the smile on the corner of his mouth became vicious.

Feng Zhaoyuan felt that his throat began to burst into flames, and the unwillingness boiling in his blood swept through his body in a frenzy. But reason stopped everything that was wanted to be done.

After a long journey, the sounds around me gradually became inaudible.

An Yang leaned his head sideways against Chang Ruosheng's moon chest, and his eyes were slightly raised to see his handsome jaw.

Going up along the cold and hard arc, the black sideburns are meticulously groomed, but there is a slight difference from the young man in his memory.

An Yang quietly raised the corners of his lips at this time, and Chang Ruosheng's arms were very warm. The steady pace made her not even feel the bumps.

[Anyang: I suddenly feel that it's not bad to be a demon queen of a disaster, and I like this setting a lot. 】

The careful liver of the system trembled, the queen of the demon of the country?! That sounds like a no-brainer.

[It's a pity that Chang Ruosheng is too tyrannical and abusive, and there are countless loyal ministers who have died under him. Even if I want to be a demon queen, others think that my instigation is in accordance with the holy will. 】

The system hurriedly nodded in agreement, wishing that Anyang would immediately dispel such thoughts.

When he walked to the gate of the palace, Chang Ruosheng still had no intention of letting An Yang down.

Seeing that he was about to get on a sedan chair to patrol the city, An Yang moved his body uneasily, and when he looked up to see Chang Ruosheng, he happened to meet his gaze.

"Want to come down?"

An Yang nodded awkwardly, and sure enough, he heard his wicked laughter, "I don't." ”

[Childish. 】

An Yang snorted in his heart, didn't dare to move again, and honestly snuggled into his arms.

In the late autumn season, the festival is bustling.

The golden osmanthus is like the wheat waves of the autumn harvest, and the city is fragrant.

An Yang is like a canary who has been trapped in a cage for a long time and has been free, with a pair of eyes full of curiosity and constantly looking at the outside world.

People who have regained their spirits are like starlight lit in the dark, and people can't help but peep.

Chang Ruosheng stared at her appearance, the palm of his hand around her waist, and couldn't help but exert his strength.

Sure enough, on An Yang's face, I saw shyness and shyness.

Looking over with a somewhat inquiring gaze, it was moist and transparent, and Chang Ruosheng suddenly had a feeling of returning to the past, as beautiful as a dream.

But that's just a dream......

His eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarse and low, "I gave you a great honor today, and I should always have something in return." ”

An Yang was obviously shocked by his words, and hurriedly lowered his head, his fingers clasped together, not daring to look at his appearance at the moment.

All the good moods of the past disappeared in an instant, "You, what do you want me to do." The trembling voice was mixed with caution and embarrassment.

"You don't know, what do I want most?"

An Yang swallowed dry foam and shook his head blankly.

"Tsk," Chang Ruosheng's lips lifted slightly and sneered, "I really don't know? ”

The arrogance swept on the tail of her eyebrows made An Yang's face white, she wanted to say that she really didn't know, but such an answer was undoubtedly self-inflicted.

But if she answered incorrectly, she didn't know what Chang Ruosheng would do.

Today's situation is difficult, as if there is no answer at all that is correct.