Su Miao's hand shook and pressed on his wound.

The severe pain hit, but the man only frowned slightly, his deep gaze was always sticking to her face for a moment, and his phoenix eyes narrowed even more, paying attention to her every minute micro-expression.

The next second, the woman raised her eyelids lightly and smiled at him, "Yes, the concubine loves you so much, so naturally she will be jealous." ”

But Emperor Beiyu's thin lips also hooked upward, "Do you think that if you say this, I will be fooled by you?" ”

Su Miao, "........."

He seemed to be smiling, "You ate too much tonight, wouldn't you be angry because of Concubine De's dim sum?" ”

Su Miao, "........."

Di Beiyu's face and mood finally recovered after sinking for several days, and he spit out four words, "Small belly chicken intestines." ”

Su Miao, "........."

She closed her eyes, but she still couldn't hold back, and suddenly raised her hand and pressed it on his wound again—if it was only an undoubted collision just now, it was quite light, but this time it was deliberately pressed hard.

"Su Miao!"

Di Beiyu's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Do you want to kill the king?" ”

Su Miao looked at him expressionlessly, pulling her lips and sneering.

She has always felt that her temper is quite good, as long as she doesn't deliberately find faults, she can get along with anyone.

But apparently, this man is not in the normal range.

Obviously he is the supreme king, obviously he is the person who should be most wary of her, obviously she should respectfully bring all the good words to him-just like she did at the beginning, but looking at his mouth, it makes people want to sew him.

How could she be angry with him?

But she just couldn't help but be angry with him.

Let her know thousands of ghosts, let her see countless people and ghosts, but ...... Seven emotions and six desires, she really hasn't completely broken it.

Su Miao curled her lips, "Shouldn't the faint monarch be killed?" ”

Di Beiyu narrowed his eyes and suddenly pinched her chin, as if he was smiling with a more and more dangerous smile, "What did you say?" ”

Two words slowly floated out between the woman's red lips, "Faint King." ”

"Do you think I'm hurt now that I can't do anything about you?"

“………”

Su Miao met his deep phoenix eyes, and chose the lighter former between provoking him and killing him, "Yes." ”

Emperor Bei Yujun's face was gloomy, and he was about to press her under him.

But the woman's hand was faster, pressed on his wound again, and even poked it down viciously, "Your Majesty." She stared at the blood oozing from his chest, and the force of her hand was lighter, "Don't make a fuss, take care of the wound and get some rest, huh?" ”

Who's messing around now?!

"Su Miao." A burst of pain hit his chest, and Di Beiyu laughed angrily, "After you provoked me, you still dare to pretend to be nothing?" ”

"Doesn't it hurt?" She didn't answer the rhetorical question.

If this man's injury was originally only a second-degree disability, then after being pressed and pressed by her like this, it has probably become a tenth-level disability.

Di Beiyu glared at her viciously, can it not hurt?

Just because you're okay doesn't mean you're fine!

This damn woman is heartless, wolf-hearted, dog-hearted, and really worthy of being a woman who takes snake breeding as a hobby, it's cold-blooded!

"I'm hungry." He said angrily.

“………”

Well, the topic is back to the beginning.

Su Miao smiled, "So do you need Concubine De to come over?" ”