Chapter 1947

Although he knew that the imperial ink was made up, in the end, Su Yao compromised.

"You can sleep with me, but you have to promise me a condition."

Emperor Jing Mo had already expected that he would compromise, and a smile in his eyes flashed quickly, "what's the condition?"

"You mustn't touch me, or I'll kick you out of bed right away."

Imperial ink promised, "yes."

This is his mouth agreed, but his hands and feet did not agree, hee hee.

Not long after lying in bed, Su Yao found that his ass was pinched.

Now there is only him and imperial ink. It's obvious who pinched his ass.

Su Yao took a deep breath and turned over, "emperor Jing Mo, what are you doing?"

Emperor Jing Mo raised his hands and looked at him innocently. "I didn't do anything. What's the matter?"

"It wasn't you who pinched my ass?" Su Yao couldn't help raising his voice.

"It's not me. I didn't do anything. And I have promised you just now. How can I turn back? "

Su Yao sneered, "you'd better not do it, or I'll beat you to death."

He has no evidence now. If he finds it, hum.

In order to avoid being pinched by imperial ink again, Su Yao does not turn his back to imperial ink, but stares at Imperial ink.

It's a pity that the road is higher than the devil.

Even if Su Yao was staring at him, imperial ink still had a way to eat tofu.

So before long, Su Yao found that his buttock was pinched again, and the other party even put his hands into his clothes and touched his back.

But he has been staring at the imperial ink, the imperial ink's hand did not move.

So what's the matter? Isn't it really made by imperial ink?

"Di Jing Mo, was it you just now?"

The emperor Jing Mo stretched back the magic hand and said, "what did I do? Didn't you just look at me all the time? "

Su Yao couldn't understand the situation any more.

But if it wasn't for imperial ink, who else would it be?

When did you hide a ghost here?

No, if there was a ghost hiding here, the emperor would have found out the other party and beat him hard.

After all, imperial ink is a possessive person.

Is

Thinking of a certain possibility, Su Yao looked at the imperial ink, trying to find a trace of guilt from his face, but the imperial ink was still very calm.

Su Yao frowned, "isn't it really you?"

"It's not really me." The emperor Jing Mo is not guilty at all, "you don't have to think about it any more. It may just be your illusion. It's getting late. Go to bed, or you'll want to go with Qin Ming tomorrow. "

As soon as this remark came out, Su Yao's attention was shifted. He soon put the matter behind him, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

After making sure that Su Yao was really asleep, Emperor Jing Mo began to eat tofu.

He felt here, pinched there, and even secretly kissed Su Yao.

On the other side of their lips, Su Yao suddenly opened his eyes.

He was so angry that his eyes would burst out, "imperial ink, it's really you!"

If it had been for other people, he would have run away, but the emperor's ink was different. His face was too thick to be penetrated by bullets.