Qin Sheng couldn't help but touch the little fox with smooth and soft hair, and his wet hands instantly wet the little fox.

Little Fox: ......

She knew that this tyrant was a no-man!

In the next second, the beautiful little fox bared its teeth and frantically shook the water.

The extremely dangerous aura expanded and fluctuated in the soup pool, making it difficult for people to breathe, and the terrifying killing intent permeated his eyes, and then turned into black mist, as if it was essentially haunting Chu Zhiyu's neck from the tyrant's pale hand.

Chu Zhiyu was as quiet as a chicken, small and helpless, and stopped his death.

This is a bloodthirsty, tyrannical, murderous monarch.

How is it possible to tolerate something presumptuous in front of him?!

Just when Chu Zhiyu thought that her life was short.

Qin Sheng let go of his hand and let the little fox fall in a straight line, plopping down into the warm soup pool, splashing out of the water.

Chu Zhiyu was caught off guard and took a sip of the tyrant's bath water.

It struggled, paddling its limbs, trying to surface.

"Poor little one."

The tyrant's murmur fell lightly on the water, and he got up, not looking at the little fox who was about to drown as he floated in the water.

Perhaps he was a man who regarded life as a mustard.

Picking up his clothes from the ground casually, the pure white fabric was wrapped around his waist, and he turned his back to Chu Zhiyu with his naked upper body.

Chu Zhiyu blinked her wet eyelashes, taking in the back of the tyrant.

There were still drops of water hanging from his broad back, and the tyrant's skin was a cold white rarely seen in the royal family, and even a little pale in the dim environment.

Beneath the straight buttocks are slender legs.

Her long, inky black hair slipped languidly down her shoulders and down to her waist, wet and shiny, like fine satin.

He looked back suddenly, and the shadow hit his brow, which made it even more profound.

"How should I punish you for defiling my soup pool?"

The frenzied tyrant evoked a smile that made the little fox cold.

"Just boil it, and use the water from this soup pool."

As soon as the deep voice fell, the little fox in the pool rowed desperately on all fours, and rowed towards the shore away from the tyrant.

Qin Sheng chuckled, took a step on his long legs, and easily picked up the struggling little fox when he bent over.

"Born so beautiful, the appearance is rare like a jade face, you might as well call you a jade beauty."

He smiled, his eyes flashing with inquiry, and held the little fox up to meet hers.

Chu Zhiyu is not rare, she was originally a concubine.

Qin Sheng's eyes flashed, and his thick eyelashes hung down to block the treacherous and unpredictable in his eyes.

"Come on, scrub the jade beauties of Xinna."

"Your Majesty, I don't know where the jade beauty is......"

The leading female officer came in with a stack of clothes in her hand and asked boldly.

Xu was in a good mood, and the tyrant did not hesitate to point, stretched out his slender fingers, and pointed to his knee.

"Whoa."

The female officer was stunned, but after the absurdity, she carefully stepped forward and took away His Majesty's "new favorite" with both hands. ”

Chu Zhiyu was served drowsy, no wonder everyone wanted to be the emperor.

A figure flashing in front of him instantly made Chu Zhiyu sleepy.

Seeing that the tyrant was about to go back to the temple to find herself, how could she dare to let the tyrant enter now!

There is no meek and shy Concubine Chu waiting for him in the palace now, only a stack of clothes that have been hidden.

Qin Sheng pretended to leave, but he glanced at the seemingly ordinary little fox, the little fox that suddenly appeared out of thin air at this opportunity.

The little fox who entered his own soup pool all the way unimpeded.

Interesting.

He noticed a funny little thing.