Chapter 330

Snow white skin, black eyelashes, transparent tears.

In the light, falling in the sky's eyes, this man is more charming than the goblin who can charm the world at one glance.

What he wanted to do most at the moment was to walk over, bend down, kiss his Majesty's eyes, taste the taste of the tear, and even want to pry open the snow-white midcoat and peep into it

Realize how aggressive and perverted your thoughts are.

Lingxiao clenched his teeth, even the tip of his tongue had tasted the smell of blood.

His eyes were fixed on a Zhao without blinking, and his voice was low: "it's late. Your majesty should have a rest earlier."

Ah Zhao nodded slowly.

She slowly got up, Ziji hall began to be lively again.

Lingxiao waited for a Zhao's figure to leave, and then he took a heavy breath and drank the tea cup in his hand.

God knows how much self-control he spent to sit still.

It's late at night.

A Zhao's spirit is not very good, early on the deep sleep in the past.

She didn't like to have too many people to watch when she was sleeping. Originally, she was prepared to have no one to serve her. Under Yuhu's insistence, two jade lakes and jade inkstones were left in the inner hall, and the other palace attendants were on standby in the outer hall.

Late at night, it was a bit hard. Yuhu yawned and let himself lean against the wall.

There was a breeze.

A gentle force hit them.

Jade lake jade inkstone all closed their eyes, leaned against the pillar to sleep in the past.

A straight figure appeared at the entrance of the inner hall.

Step by step, he approached the Dragon bed.

A Zhao didn't like the darkness, so there was a candle burning all the time in the inner hall. There were layers of gauze on the left and right to block the light, so as not to affect her rest.

Because of this, at the moment, Lingxiao can also see the sleeping figure on the Dragon bed through the curtain.

A Zhao is in a good dream. In the hazy, he only feels that he is pressed by something.

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

She snorted subconsciously and reached out to push.

The rebellious hands are restrained by gentle force.

What warm breath hit the side of the neck.

It's a familiar feeling. A Zhao's frown is gradually relaxed. He mumbles something in his mouth, and he doesn't care.

Lingxiao is staring at the little emperor who is shrouded in his body without blinking. His low alertness makes him happy and worried.

But this idea disappeared after watching ah Zhao for one more second.

Because his whole mind was attracted by the man under him.

The undefended majesty, sleeping with a quilt, looks smaller.

His lips were slightly pursed, and his face was safe, and he thought he was sleeping soundly.

For a Zhao, that familiar feeling has come again.

She just felt a gentle wind, starting from her forehead, all the way down, nose, cheek, lips, and then down to chin and neck.

With the heat of the wind blowing to the neck a little itchy, she subconsciously shrunk for a while, mouth and discontented mutter a few words that people do not understand.

The wind stopped at the neck and did not go down again.

The familiar and trustworthy atmosphere wrapped her, or had a dream, a Zhao's lips set off a little happy smile.

A good night's dream.

Jade inkstone waiting for her to change clothes, suddenly some strange "Yi" one.

Your Majesty's lips, how can you look at them? They are redder than before?

A Zhao smell speech, don't care to say: "may be angry."