His heart was disturbed.
Feelings that have been suppressed for more than ten years have become chaotic. It was quiet in the tent, and her hands on his clothes were getting tighter and tighter.
Trembling slightly again.
Her face was hot.
In the palace, following the emperor's side, he always has a lot of things to deal with and arrange, except for falling asleep, his mind rarely stops to think for a while.
At this time, his mind seemed to be instantly filled with something, unable to think, only instinct.
In the dark, he held her face and kissed the scars on her cheeks one by one.
She was panting rapidly, sighing like blue.
She is usually a taboo that he can't touch, because of his secret, because of her identity.
Xia Sang was chaotic, and Yuzhi was only more chaotic.
Dizzy in my head, let alone resisting.
She actually understood what they were doing. That's not what a brother and sister should do.
This kind of thing, even if she ruined her appearance, she still almost couldn't escape.
But unlike that filthy man, she didn't hate Xia Sang's touch, not at all.
She is willing to do whatever he wants, and she is willing to do whatever he wants.
Not only because he saved her, not only because he was hurt for her.
But there was a faint trembling in her heart, the trembling that she wanted to be closer to him.
His lips touched her cheek for a moment, and she remembered the way he looked at her, the tone of his scolding her, and the act of carefully putting her handkerchief into his arms.
The shudder gradually thickened. When his lips touched hers, she suddenly understood that he was like a brother, but he was not her brother.
He also probably never thought of himself as her brother.
She was overjoyed, trembling more and more, she couldn't tell how she felt at this time, but she was willing to ask him for what she wanted.
"Xia Sang, Xia Sang..."