Di Moxuan laughed lightly.
The slender hand held her little hand and closed it in the palm.
"You're back."
He clings to her hand and slowly covers his face.
"Finally home."
He murmured, and slowly closed his eyes.
Feel, her taste, her warmth.
Rarely does a man put such a harmless look on her face.
Ye Qingluo's heart was soft and messy.
From the man's big palm, he rubbed her eyes for her.
When his breath enveloped her body and mind.
She can be sure...
This Emperor Moxuan.
It's her Ah Xuan.
She returned to the real world.
Here, it is no longer the memory of the blood-bone barbarian king.
Ye Qing lowered his eyes, staring deeply at the man's handsome face.
Like a thrush, there is a clear look of fatigue.
The thick eyelashes spread out, casting a curved arc that could not be blocked, the bruise under his eyes.
How long has she been in the memory of the blood bone barbarian.
How long has this man been looking for her...
Ye Qingluo's hand slowly covered his eyes: "Ah Xuan, I'm sorry for making you worry."
"I know you'll be fine." Di Moxuan closed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed lightly, "I just... miss you."
It's one thing to know she's going to be okay.
Worrying is another matter.
"I miss you too." Ye Qingluo raised a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth, and generously moved his lips over, and kissed him.
Di Moxuan wrapped his hands around her delicate body.
Until the girl boldly let out a low laugh and inserted that soft little tongue into his mouth.
He shook.
He pressed the back of the girl's head violently, deepening the kiss.
The breath of the two is entangled.
Like life and death.
They used their ways to declare their miss for each other.
After a while, Di Moxuan let go of the girl, and held her tightly in his arms.
In Ye Qingluo's ears, he could clearly hear the man's strong heartbeat.
One click, one click.
From the eardrum, piercing her heart.
Ye Qingluo's eyebrows and eyes were bent, and her small hands traced his waist and abdomen, and slowly swipe on the Internet: "I thought you would not be able to restrain yourself, and continue to do...excessive things."
Di Moxuan clasped her hand, with a warning in his eyes: "Don't tease me, keep teasing... I don't care if you are tired or not."
Ye Qingluo quickly withdrew her hand, and pushed her little head into his arms: "I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm too tired to move, you can't take advantage of others."
Little hands don't mess up anymore.
But the little head started to catch fire.
Di Moxuan looked at the fluffy little head in his arms, and a helpless and doting smile flashed across his eyes.
He tightly circled the girl's delicate body, preventing the girl from continuing to tease: "If you tease me any more, I'll take it as if you want it."
Ye Qingluo laughed "giggle", poked his head out of his arms, and put his hands around his neck: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, isn't it hard to see you, happy."
Di Moxuan bit her nose, and his low and hoarse voice revealed a bit of bewitching magnetism: "Now let you make trouble, tonight...you try it."
Ye Qingluo's cheeks were slightly red.
…
The two laughed for a while.
The warm and sweet atmosphere made Ye Qingluo's long-tired heart finally find peace.
She leaned against Emperor Moxuan's arms, played with his slender fingers with one hand, and asked casually: "By the way, the one who entered the ancestral hall with me is also the bright-faced Palace Master of Anyou Palace, have you seen him?" ?”