As soon as Ye Qingluo closed the door, her strong body leaned against the door, panting heavily.
However, when she smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood in the room, she was stunned.
She immediately raised her eyes, and saw a tall figure standing in the middle of the room.
Wearing a purple robe, the ink method is not tied or loose on the shoulders.
That Zhang Fenghua is peerless, seeing her on weekdays is a face full of smiles, expressionless.
Those twinkling peach blossom eyes were dark and treacherous at this moment, revealing a bit of danger.
This gaze sent chills down the spine.
Ye Qingluo's body tensed up suddenly.
She had never seen Di Moxuan's expression before.
Di Moxuan would never show such an expression in front of her.
Her heart trembled fiercely, Di Moxuan... knew what happened to her today.
"Emperor..." Ye Qingluo took a deep breath, suppressing the violent beating frequency of his heart, just said a word, then softened his tone, "Ah Xuan..."
Di Moxuan was not as usual, when he heard Ye Qingluo's intimate call, he beamed with joy, and stepped forward to embrace her in his arms.
He stood on the spot, full of hostility, and pulled his thin lips in a frost-covered arc: "Xiao Luo'er had a lot of fun today, and now he can't stand his legs anymore?"
That voice, as if wrapped in frost, made people shudder.
Ye Qingluo made a mistake.
It was her fault that she seriously injured herself and worried Di Moxuan.
Seeing that the hostility in Emperor Moxuan's body became more and more intense, Ye Qing pouted her pink lips, and her eyes were stained with water, looking pitifully at Emperor Moxuan, with a sweet and sweet voice: "Ah Xuan, I hurt..."
That tone was one that Ye Qingluo had never used before.
A bit aggrieved, a bit choked up.
"Oh? You know it hurts too?" Di Moxuan sneered coldly with his eyes as cruel as black obsidian.
Ye Qingluo bit her lower lip, her eyelashes stained with moisture: "I hurt, it hurts so much... I need Ah Xuan to hug me so it doesn't hurt..."
This method of being coquettish and cute is no one else.
Di Moxuan's frozen face also had several cracks.
Ye Qingluo was always paying attention to Di Moxuan's expression, and seeing that being coquettish was effective, she simply threw off her integrity, and said in a coquettish voice, "Ah Xuan, I'm so hurt that I have no strength, you hug me."
Di Moxuan still had a cold face, but he still walked over and hugged Ye Qingluo in his arms.
His movements are fast, but extremely light.
Ye Qingluo hardly felt the pain coming from his body, and he fell into the arms of the man.
The elegant sandalwood in her nostrils lingered on her, and Ye Qingluo's heart, which had been hanging, gradually calmed down.
Di Moxuan hugged her and walked all the way to the bedside.
Just about to put her down, Ye Qingluo's slender fingers suddenly grabbed his robe.
The uninjured arm wrapped around Di Moxuan's neck, encircling him.
The woman's sweet and delicate face came close to Di Moxuan's eyes.
With the fragrance of a girl's head, Ye Qingluo's pink lips were printed on Di Moxuan's lips.
Her movements were a little cautious and flattering.
After pecking, Ye Qingluo moved her lips and buried her head in the man's chest: "Ah Xuan, I didn't mean to hurt myself, my plan was to cooperate with Xi Jue to rescue that girl unscathed, I didn't expect Ye Qingqian to break through the realm of the Profound Earth..."
Di Moxuan remained silent, and he did not turn passive into active when Ye Qingluo offered a kiss, as in the past.
It can be seen how angry he is at this moment.
Ye Qingluo's face rubbed against his chest, and he said again: "I also chose to save that girl after preparing a way out... I have my Ah Xuan, how can I be willing to let myself get hurt..."