Jun drunk stopped, the little emperor sat on his lap and faced him, hooked his neck with his right hand to prevent himself from falling, and grabbed the wine jug in his hand with his left hand.

"Give me ......" The little emperor's voice was drunk, already drunk.

She stretched out her hand insistently, but she couldn't reach the flask.

The two were very close, and the little emperor tilted his head and concentrated on grabbing the wine jug, but he couldn't grab it, so he opened his eyes in a daze and looked at him aggrievedly.

"Give it to me."

The little emperor took off his usual arrogant and perverse mask, revealing a little soft and squeamish inner shell to the people in front of him.

Jun Zui looked at her and persuaded: "The emperor don't drink so much wine, he will go to court tomorrow." ”

The person in his arms looked at him, his narrow phoenix eyes opened unconsciously at this time, and the whole silhouette softened a little.

Seeing that she couldn't grab the wine jug, she approached Jun to get drunk.

The two got closer and closer, and when they saw that they were about to kiss, the little emperor suddenly stopped.

She smiled brightly: "I don't kiss you, I only kiss with the person I love." ”

Hearing this, Jun was drunk and silent, put the wine jug in his hand aside, and then pinched the back of her neck and kissed her almost violently.

obviously said that he only kissed the person he loved, but the person in his arms only struggled casually, and then obediently came down.

Jun was drunk and kissed, and suddenly felt a chill on his face.

He opened his eyes and slowly let go of the man in his hand.

In front of her, the little emperor's eyes were moist and she never wanted to cry in front of outsiders, and big tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

She reached out and wiped the lips she had kissed with him again and again with the back of her hand.

Jun Zui looked at the scene in front of him silently.

What the hell are you thinking?

If you hate me so much for being intimate with you, then why do you have to provoke me all the time?

Do you feel happy to watch me sink deeper and deeper, and finally ask for nothing?

Jun Zui reached out and wiped the tears from her face.

The little emperor looked at him, suddenly took his hand, and asked, "Jun drunk, what do you want?" ”

The throne, the power, or something else?

Jun drunken paused, his right hand slid down her neck all the way to her back, and then wrapped her firmly in his arms.

The two were relatively speechless, and the little emperor didn't know what he thought, so he took the wine jug that was put aside and poured wine into his mouth while he was drunk.

She was so drunk that half of the wine was spilled on her clothes.

By the time Jun Zui snatched the flask from her hand, the wine in the flask was empty.

The little emperor, who was even more drunk, laughed "haha", but his voice was like crying: "What do you want?" ”

Why don't you want me?

It was getting late, and the wind was cool. Looking at the drunken ghost in his arms and her half-wet clothes, Jun Zui frowned: "It's windy here, Your Majesty, let the minister send you back." ”

The little emperor didn't know whether he heard it or not, he only knew that he was holding his sleeve and calling his name intermittently.

Jun drunk no more, picked her up, carried her all the way back to her bedroom, and put her on the bed.

As an emperor, the little emperor's bedroom is deserted, and he can't find a single subordinate.

The little emperor on the bed was still talking nonsense, the placket on his chest was wet, and Jun was drunk and wanted to leave, but he was not at ease after all.

So he sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand, trying to strip her clothes so that she would not catch a cold.