"Right Minister" Gu Xing reluctantly sat up from the bed, he said badly about non-compliance, but he had to repeat it, "Breaking into the man's room late at night is really rude." ”

The man in the dark seemed to know that he hadn't slept, lit the lamp and candle, sat on the side of his bed with a flick of his clothes, and took his words as a deaf ear as always: "I have slept a long time ago, but now I haven't slept yet, are you waiting for me?" ”

"If you don't come, I'm already asleep." The feather sneaked over in the middle of the night, and when Gu Xing fell asleep every day, he subconsciously waited for a while, and after a period of time, he actually developed a habit.

"Then you might as well marry to the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as possible, so that you can sleep when you want."

Gu Xing didn't know how this person said these nonsense words all day long with a serious and serious face, Rao knew that she couldn't say anything nice when she opened her mouth, and she had already made enough preparations in her heart, but when she heard it, Gu Xing still began to automatically brush up the meditation sutra in her heart.

There was a presumptuous hand pinched his face, with some rough fingers pinching him painful and itchy, this is the trick of ordinary adults to tease children, and now it is used on himself, Gu Xing looked blankly at the still cold face of the initiator, but those eyes seemed to have found something interesting.

Looking at the moment of stunned in Gu Xing's eyes, the long eyelashes blinked innocently twice, the heart of the feather was itchy, and he dragged the person with the same hand, and the arm was loosened and the back of the person's neck was pulled into his arms, and the top of the bare head had grown some hard stubble at night, and the feeling of the chin on the top of the head was not very good, but the feather still couldn't help it, "The holy monk really doesn't want to marry me?" ”

When did Gu Xing have this kind of experience, that time when the feather kissed the back of his hand made his whole person burn for a long time, and now the other party's body temperature is only separated by two layers of cloth, the strong and cold fresh snow breath does not allow him to resist and surround him, the shackles that wrap the heart, and his deep-rooted shackles, accompanied by the violent beating of the heart, breaking the cracks one by one, there is something that has existed for a long time from the bottom of the heart for a long time, and now it is restless and emerges.

He wants to marry

In other words, he likes to be with her, and if he spends the rest of his life with her, that kind of image crosses his mind, and just thinking about it, he wants to deal with it.

She doesn't have any advantages on the surface, the whole person has no official authority and shelf, lazy and lazy, not smiling, always holding a serious face, but in fact, she has a bad taste and likes to tease people, afraid of trouble, and doesn't talk much, but as long as she talks a lot, she will always make people speechless.

But in fact, Gu Xing listened to the steady and powerful heartbeat that could be heard in his ears, just like this person's body temperature, she didn't know how she treated others, but few invaders would help the people repair and compensate afterwards, and she gave up as if she was playful when the throne was at her fingertips, and the reason was that he couldn't cry or laugh after he understood it, she actually scoffed at it from the beginning, she was wanton, casual, and had no rules, or maybe her rules just depended on her own mood.

But when the two get along, he, a person who has not been through the world, can understand the indulgence and gentleness in his eyes, obviously such a cold person, how can it be, so hot that it makes people melt, and he can't refuse it at all.

If one day, she will treat others like this, Gu Xing thought to himself, he was afraid that he would be jealous and crazy.

Eat one's heart out

Gu Xing smiled bitterly, he actually understood the meaning of these two words

But after being a monk for many years, he couldn't take this step smoothly, he couldn't help but grasp the hem of the other party's clothes, a little trembling, he only heard his weak mosquito voice strange and frustrated tone, "I haven't returned to the vulgar yet..."