"Lord Wang." Shocked by the sudden appearance of Shangguan Ye, the housekeeper hurriedly rushed over, and when he saw the man in Shangguan Ye's arms, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes, but he was a little curious about who this person was, except for Murong Qiufeng, the prince would never take the initiative to take the man back to the palace.

"Prepare some change of clothes and decanting soup." Shangguan Ye gave a faint order, and directly hugged Murong Qiufeng, who was already obviously asleep, as if he didn't want anyone other than himself to see him, and strode directly into his room.

The housekeeper raised his eyebrows in surprise, and watched the prince kick open the door and enter, if the prince brought someone back to make him puzzled and surprised, then it was shocking to bring him into the room, you know, the prince hates anyone entering his territory the most, and the study and his room are even more forbidden.

After entering the room, Shangguan Ye gently put Murong Qiufeng on the bed, looking at the person who was sleeping like a baby, and the red face made Shangguan Ye couldn't help but pinch it, and touched it again.

It feels very good, Shangguan Ye thought to himself, his eyes swept at Murong Qiufeng's body, the body wrapped in clothes showed a slender silhouette, and the slender waist made him recall the feeling he had just held, and the heat that he had suppressed suddenly rose again.

Shangguan Ye shook his head helplessly, looked at the sleeping person, sighed, I really wanted to swallow this little lamb in one bite, but now is not the time.

He stood up, took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his heart, reached out to help him take off his clothes, looked at the well-behaved and defenseless sleeping face, raised his eyebrows a little unpleasantly, and thought to himself that this little guy would even deceive people, what kind of wine is not good, such a well-behaved drunk appearance is called bad wine?

There was a knock on the door, and the butler stood outside the door, "Lord Wang, the clothes are ready." ”

"Just put it on the table." Shangguan Ye said lightly.

The old butler answered, asked people to put the tray on the table, and then turned away intently, what should be seen and what should not be seen by him is still clear.

Shangguan Ye had already taken off Murong Qiufeng's robe, revealing a white undershirt, and then walked over with the sobering soup, and gently patted Murong Qiufeng's face with one hand, "Wake up first, drink the sobering soup before going to sleep." "Otherwise, when I wake up tomorrow, I can't guarantee that I won't have a headache.

Murong Qiufeng just muttered, waved Shangguan Ye's hand away, turned around and continued to sleep.

Such a cute, such a childlike side made Shangguan Ye's heart burst into pink bubbles, reached out and pinched his face again, and said with a low smile, "Good, get up and drink before going to sleep, otherwise I'll feed you." ”

If those who knew Shangguan Ye were allowed to see him like this at this moment, they would definitely be scared of their hearts.

Shangguan Ye still didn't know it, and it seemed that he was really playing with him.

Murong Qiufeng directly slapped away his hand and frowned, "Go, go." ”

The soft and somewhat coquettish and willful voice made Shangguan Ye itch in his heart when he heard it. Feeling like a little lazy cat, I didn't think he was so cute when he was drunk, could it be that he said that the wine was poor, if it was really such a cute wine, he didn't mind tempting him to drink every day.

I couldn't help but reach out and gently scratch his chin, and really treated him like a cat.

Murong Qiufeng's chin raised slightly, hummed twice, seemed to be comfortable and seemed to be uncomfortable, and slowly opened his eyes, his blurry eyes were like spring water flowing in the mist, clear to the bottom.

seemed to be trying to think about something, just looking at the front quietly, if it weren't for the blurred eyes, he really couldn't tell that he was drunk when he looked at his expression.

Shangguan Ye thought it was funny, so he looked at him so quietly, waiting for him to react.

But Murong Qiufeng only thought for a while, and then slowly spit out a word from his mouth, "Hot." "It's like being coquettish, it's like complaining, it's more like asking for help, and the eyes are unfocused.

Shangguan Ye raised his eyebrows, looking at the pink face, even his neck had a faint flush, and the collarbone looming from the collar was like white jade, delicate and beautiful.

Shangguan Ye couldn't help but reach out and gently scrub the delicate collarbone with his fingers.

Murong Qiufeng's body moved slightly, and his throat let out a comfortable grunt again, and his hand grabbed Shangguan Ye's hand.

Shangguan Ye came back to his senses, his heart jumped, thinking that Murong Qiufeng was awake, but he saw Murong Qiufeng directly holding his hand and rubbing it on his tender face, squinting his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth were gently raised, well-behaved and cute, like a cat, humming comfortably.

Shangguan Ye only felt that it was hard to suppress the evil fire that had been suppressed many times and doubled upward, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Feeling that the hand was also becoming hot, Murong Qiufeng pouted dissatisfiedly, shook off the hand in disgust, and then turned his head, rubbed it on the silk brocade's sheet, and also pulled his clothes, so that the skin was exposed as much as possible and accepted the cold touch.

Shangguan Ye, who was disgusted, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Murong Qiufeng's unconscious sultry behavior, and even more stuck in his brain in one breath, took a deep breath, and understood that he must have had an alcohol attack, and he was uncomfortable, so he simply pulled him up by the hand, imprisoned him in his arms, and then leaned the bowl over, "Drink this first, and it won't be hot if you drink it." He felt that if he continued like this, he would either be unable to bear to eat this little thing, or he would hurt his body by overbearing.

Murong Qiufeng was pulled up violently, out of the cold feeling, and he began to struggle angrily, "Go, hot." Both hands kept pushing and rejecting Shangguan Ye.

Murong Qiufeng is a person who practices martial arts, even if he is drunk at the moment, he has a lot of strength, Shangguan Ye still has some difficulty in trying to restrain him who is constantly struggling with one hand, and the sobering soup in his hand has overflowed a lot, and he can't help but be a little annoyed.

"If you don't drink it obediently, I'll pour it for you."

"Hot, hot......" Murong Qiufeng struggled even more, where could he still hear something clearly, Shangguan Ye's whole body was like a furnace because of his lust, which naturally made him repuls.