Chapter 362： Female honor: willing to be the minister under His Majesty's skirt (12)

The girl hooked her fingers on each other's belt, grasped it unconsciously, and turned over slightly.

The power in the hand is a little bigger.

The boy was caught off guard by the girl, and his body fell.

The blue silk slipped.

Thin lips brushed the side of the girl's face.

Qing Ye was stunned, and a trace of confusion flashed across his cold eyes.

The intoxicating aroma of wine and light fragrance from the girl's body came from the nose.

With such a close contact, the indifferent Qing Ye couldn't help but stay for a while.

The belt around her waist was pulled loose by the girl.

After a slight pause in the night, he propped up the bed with his fingertips and slowly got up.

The girl's little hand was still holding on to the lace that was torn loose on her body and was about to fall off.

After being stunned, Qing Ye's eyes lightly fell on the girl's eyebrows again.

The other side is beautiful.

Once, he could be indifferent to this alluring face.

And now, as if... something was different.

In the dark night, the teenager narrowed his eyes, raised his hand slowly, and brushed the girl's eyebrows with his fingertips.

Finally, it slipped onto the girl's lips.

After a moment of pause, he slowly pulled away.

The boy lowered his eyes and took off the lace that the girl was holding.

Only now did Qingye regain her freedom.

He stood quietly in front of the bed, staring at the drunken queen on the bed for a long time.

At the end, he covered the quilt for the other party and slowly left the room.

…

Many things are gradually changing.

Some of them are subtle, some... but they happen inexplicably, like a throbbing in the depths of the soul.

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the next day.

When Feng Qian opened his eyes, he blinked in confusion.

My head still hurts a bit.

The girl raised her hand to rub her head, but suddenly found a snow-white lapel in her hand.

Feng Qian was puzzled and slowly sat up from the bed.

He lowered his head and stared at the lace in his hand in a daze.

last night……

It seems that I drank a little too much.

I can't remember what happened next.

And... this lace on my hand.

Could it be that she bullied Fragment?

No way……

When Feng Qian was in a daze, there was a knock on the door.

The girl returned to her senses, paused, and then said, "Please come in."

Outside the door, a young man in a snow-white official uniform slowly pushed the door and walked in, his dark eyes lightly falling on the girl, his gaze stayed on the lapel of the opponent's palm for a moment, and then he quietly retracted it.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to the morning."

The young man was silent.

Feng Qian nodded, at this time, it was too late to go back to the palace to dress up.

Feng Qian looked down at his clothes.

Forget it, just make do with it.

The wind slowly swallowed the bed.

The Prime Minister on the opposite side had already finished grooming and eating.

I didn't wake the queen up in advance, I just thought that the other party drank too much last night.

It's best to take a break.

"Then I and the Prime Minister enter the palace first."

girl said.

Feng Qian caught a glimpse of the plate of cakes in the other's hand, and took it directly, stuffing one into his mouth at random.

Step out the door while eating.

When passing by the boy's shoulders, he was suddenly pulled by the corner of his clothes.

Feng Qian paused while biting the cake, looked back at the other party, and blinked her eyes suspiciously.

Qing Ye lowered his eyes, his voice still cold, and said slowly, "Your Majesty's blue silk is messed up."

"Um?"

The girl had cake in her mouth and her voice was a little vague.

Only the Prime Minister in front of him slowly walked to the dressing table on the side and fetched a wooden comb.

In a low voice: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen will tie your hair for you."

As he spoke, the teenager put one hand on the top of the girl's head, and gently removed the hair accessories and hair band on the top of the queen's head.

After putting it aside, the teenager Subai held the girl's blue silk in her fingers, and the other hand held a wooden comb, slowly combing from the top of the girl's hair to the end.

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