Snow-white skin, black eyelashes, transparent tears.

Under the lights, falling in Ling Xiao's eyes, this person is even more bewitching than the rumored goblins who can charm the world at a glance.

What he wanted to do most at the moment was to walk over, bend down, kiss His Majesty's eyes, taste the tears, and even want to peek into the snow-white middle coat......

Realize how sinful and perverted your thoughts are.

Ling Xiao clenched his teeth tightly, and even the tip of his tongue had already tasted blood.

He stared at Ah Zhao without blinking, and his tone was low: "The hour is not early, Your Majesty should rest early." ”

Ah Zhao nodded sluggishly.

She slowly got up, and the Purple Pole Hall began to be lively again.

Ling Xiao waited until Ah Zhao's figure left, then he exhaled heavily, picked up the teacup in his hand and drank it all.

God knows how much self-control it took him to hold back and sit here motionless.

It was late at night.

Ah Zhao was not in good spirits, and fell asleep early.

She doesn't like to have too many people guarding when she sleeps, and she didn't want anyone who was going to serve her, but at the insistence of Yuhu, there were two Yuhu and Yuyan left in the inner hall, and the other inner palace people were on standby in the outer hall.

Late at night, Yuhu yawned and let himself lean against the wall.

A gentle breeze blows.

A gentle force struck the two of them.

Yuhu Yuyan closed his eyes and fell asleep against the pillar.

A tall figure appeared at the door of the inner sanctum.

Step by step, he approached the dragon's bed.

Ah Zhao doesn't like the dark, so there are candles burning in the inner hall all the time, and there are layers of veils on the left and right to block the light, so as not to affect her rest.

Because of this, at this moment, Ling Xiao could also see the quiet sleeping figure on the dragon bed through the layers of curtains.

Ah Zhao was in a good dream, and in the haze, he only felt that he was pressed by something.

It's not very heavy, but it's a little uncomfortable.

She subconsciously snorted softly and reached out to push.

Resisting hands are imprisoned by gentle force.

There was a warm breath on the side of the neck.

It was a very familiar feeling, Ah Zhao's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and he muttered two words or something in his mouth, and he didn't care.

Ling Xiao stared at the little emperor who was shrouded under him without blinking, such a low alertness made him happy and worried at the same time.

But this thought disappeared after looking at Ah Zhao for a second more.

Because all his mind was drawn to the man under him.

His Majesty, who was unguarded, looked even smaller when he fell asleep with the quilt in his arms.

His lips pursed slightly, his expression was peaceful, and he thought he had slept soundly.

For Zhao, that familiar feeling came again.

She felt only a gentle gust of wind, starting from the corners of her forehead, all the way down, her nose, cheeks, and lips to stay extra long, and slowly down to her chin and then to her neck.

The hot wind blew into her neck a little itchy, she subconsciously shrank a little, and muttered a few words in her mouth that were incomprehensible.

When the wind reached his neck, he stopped, and did not go any further.

A familiar and trustworthy aura enveloped her, or maybe she had some sweet dream, and the corners of Ah Zhao's lips lifted a slightly happy smile.

A good night's sleep.

When Yuyan was waiting for her to change clothes, she suddenly let out a strange "huh".

Your Majesty's lips, how can you look redder than before?

When Ah Zhao heard this, he said indifferently: "Maybe it's on fire." ”