Of course, it is not the first time that he has been suddenly hugged like this, but every time he is embraced, there is almost an accident and he gives protection. Hua Xuanji suddenly came to her senses when she was hugged like this, and subconsciously reached out and hugged his chest and struggled slightly.

"This is your home."

Ye Hua repeated it again, biting word by word extremely clearly, and his thin eyes took all the moments of uneasiness of Hua Xuanji into his eyes.

The palm behind the thin spine was gently patted a few times,

"Your relationship with me is my wife. The previous ones are gone, let's all forget. ”

I have to admit that Ye Hua's voice is very good, and it is also very easy to indulge. Hua Xuanji raised her head slightly, looking at Ye Hua who had an unusually handsome face in front of her, and looking at the pair of cool and thin black and white eyes that were full of serious and careful gaze at her at this time, Hua Xuanji closed her eyes with a little tiredness, and gently leaned on her broad shoulders with her head sideways.

A bitter tear slid down the corner of his eye, and he didn't know where it fell.

Whether it is the princess of Moguo, or disliking her body, Hua Xuanji finally understood the idea in her heart.

There are countless possibilities to think, but she chose the worst one, the one that might put her to death.

She fell in love with this man with cool eyes but a warm embrace.

I like it, the man who loves to wear red clothes and is used to holding a folding fan - Ye Hua.

Or I liked it for a long time but I didn't have time to say it, or, because of this, my wife.

Hua Xuanji, who suddenly quieted down, made Ye Hua a little surprised, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the woman who was still drinking in the tavern a moment ago, breaking free from her restraints.

The stunning little face still had a layer of red, as if it could pinch out water, and the slightly trembling thick eyelashes left a broken shadow on the cheeks. The slightly buzzing lips exude a mellow aroma of rice wine.

Silky hair swept across his fingertips, and the numb crispy feeling inexplicably provoked the feelings in his body that he had been holding back for a long time.

Leaning back slightly, his slender hand wrapped around his thin shoulders and gently touched his soft lips.

The person who was holding the shoulder reached out against his chest, but he didn't dare to make much movement to touch his injured calf, I don't know if it was because of drunkenness, the little face became more and more ruddy, but his mouth still stubbornly refused: "Don't." ”

The slight struggle made Ye Hua's breathing heavier and heavier. The cool eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened his mouth to bite her ear and lip.

Looking at the chest in front of her, which was completely displayed in front of her, Hua Xuanji's already intoxicated spirit immediately woke up for at least nine points. There was a little stiffness and the body trembled uneasily.

"I ......" tightly held the warm big hand tied to her chest, remembering the previous rough relationship, Hua Xuanji trembled and mustered up her courage, and took a deep breath, "No, I don't want to." ”

However, he was swallowed by Ye Hua's thin lips, and his heavy breathing echoed in his ears.

"Well, I'll be lighter."

Hua Xuanji's eyes widened uneasily, and the resistance in her heart was melted by Ye Hua's gentle words, "Ye Hua......."

"I said, you're my wife." Ye Hua gently bit her ear and lip, but the movements of her hands did not stop for a moment, and a low voice with suppressed wheezing came "Call Husband." ”

You are my wife. This is your home.

"Husband."

No matter who he once belonged to, no matter how many women he married, and how jealous he was.

Hua Xuanji understands very well that she belongs to him at this moment.

And he only belongs to himself, even if it is only this night, even if it is only this moment of peace of mind.

The remnant candle on the table hit the overlapping figures of the two on the snow-white wall, and Ye Hua wanted to reach out to remove the white hosta on his head, but Hua Xuanji took the lead.

The hand placed on the hosta was neither retracted nor returned, and after a period of frolic, the hosta was really held in her hand.

A head of black hair hung down like a splash of ink, overlapping with the hair of the petite man lying on the bed. I can't tell which strand belongs to whom.

A gust of cold wind empathetically blew out the last faint candlelight.

In the golden curtains, there is only a strong love left, and the room is charming.

Hua Xuanji was a little uneasy and climbed Ye Hua's neck, and in the moonlight, those half-open and half-closed eyes looked particularly demagogic.

With a flick of his palm, he took off all her clothes and threw her under the bed, afraid that the autumn would freeze her body, so he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Hua Xuanji's emotions that he tried his best to hide were gradually provoked by him. I wanted to shout, but I bit my lip and forcibly suppressed it.

Ye Hua condescendingly caressed her, and said with a little ambiguity, "Call it out, I like to listen to it." ”

The moon passed in the middle of the sky, the dark night was like a huge ink-colored satin shrouding the earth, in the Yehua dormitory, the golden curtains fluttered in the wind, and the bright moonlight added a touch of chic style to the charming room.

"Ye Hua."

As if she wanted to confirm something, although her eyelids were heavy and difficult to open, and her voice was hoarse, Hua Xuanji still wanted to confirm that the person in front of her, what happened just now, was not a dream.

"It's called Husband." Ye Hua's voice was also slightly tired, but he still wanted to raise his mind and tease her.

"Husband." His hair fell down her face, just enough to cover her blushing cheeks.

Twisting her neck hard, Hua Xuanji looked up at Ye Hua, who was leaning on the head of the bed with a handsome face, and shook the big hands that kept lighting fire on her body last night.

Hua Xuanji's grudge has not changed at all, and her sharp fingertips have tapped in the palm of his hand.

Hua Xuanji's voice was a little expectant, a little request, a little longing, and a little tired.

"No, don't accept the emperor's marriage."