"Hmm, what does it smell like? It's so sour~"

Fenghua's eyes turned slightly, and he deliberately made a puzzled appearance of sniffing in the air.

Leaned over Feng Chaoge and sniffed.

While hooking his lips, he asked in a playful tone.

“…… It turned out to be jealous? ”

“……”

Feng Chaoge bit his lower lip and did not speak.

At this moment, he wanted to retort:

Jealous?

Hehe.

Would I do such a childish and boring move? Don't I want to lose face?

But—

Under Fenghua's smiling eyes, Feng Chaoge was so weak that he couldn't say a word.

That's right.

His Majesty the Emperor was jealous.

Even if you know that Hua Xiangxi is the sister of 'Hua Yunluo', it is still the kind that has a strong blood relationship with the relatives.

However, when Fenghua sent Xu Xi to come over and give an order, saying that he would stay in the Ningxiang Palace of Huaxiang Silk tonight.

An indescribable sourness, still so strange and unstoppable...... Hit the heart.

When he was alone in the empty boudoir, Feng Chaoge reacted after realizing it-

Tonight will feel extraordinarily long, restless, irritable, and even tempting......

It's all because I care.

It turns out that this is jealousy.

This realization made Feng Chaoge both happy and annoyed in his heart.

He was a little reluctant to admit it, and didn't answer or refute Fenghua's words, but just turned his eyes unnaturally-

Avoid the eyes of the person in front of you who are as bright as fire and gentle as spring peach blossoms.

Who knows, as soon as his eyes turned, he inadvertently swept over the bright yellow shirt.

Above, a rose-colored lip print was impressively reflected in Feng Chaoge's eyes, with a shocking meaning.

…… How close does it have to be to leave lip prints in this place?

The little wife's heart immediately bubbled with sourness, her face was expressionless, and her tone was cold:

"Who's jealous? I'm going to sleep, you go to the fragrant silk yourself! ”

“…… Well, not jealous. ”

Her Majesty the Empress said that at this time, he must show the strength of the domineering president who spoils his little wife.

Feng Hua took a little bit of matter, and followed Feng Chaoge's words and said:

"It's just that the vinegar jar has been knocked over."

Feng Chaoge: "......"

I was speechless.

"Didn't you say you wanted to sleep? Come on, together. ”

Fenghua raised his hand, stretched out his yellow sleeves, and invited with a casual smile.

Feng Chaoge let go, his eyes swept over the bright lip prints on her clothes with disgust, and spit out a word: "Get out." ”

“…… Aifei, you are so ruthless, it really makes me sad. ”

Although Fenghua said, there was no trace of sadness on his face, but he smiled at the corner of his lips, raised his hand and untied the robe on his body.

"What are you undressing for?" Feng Chaoge saw Fenghua's movements, and couldn't help but look at her vigilantly and asked.

Fenghua raised his hand and shook it, and the bright yellow robe outside fell to the ground-

"Don't you mind the smell and the imprint of the fragrant silk on it, now...... Satisfied? ”

Under the half-light and half-dim palace lights, only a 'man' in white was left on his body, raising his eyebrows and looking at him.

In that deep gaze, it was like condensing countless intense inks.

Gentle, spoiled, thrilling.

Feng Chaoge's heart jumped, and he tried hard to control the corners of his lips from rising, deliberately straightened his face, and said:

"Who said I minded the fragrant silk...... I've said it, I'm not jealous! ”

Scold.

Man, your name is duplicity.

Fenghua's eyes turned slightly, pretending not to see the corners of his lips quietly raised by His Majesty the Emperor.

He said suddenly......