Fu Yue paused: "..."
She glanced at the beautiful and cool gauze dress she was wearing, and a bit of obvious disgust flashed in her eyes.
What the hell are you wearing.
It was so cold that she almost froze to death.
In fact, the house was lit with charcoal fire, so it wasn't really too cold, but it was inevitable that a bit of chill would penetrate into the skin.
So, Fu Yue quietly raised her eyes and stared at Ji Rong's bed.
Soft and warm duvet.
She walked lightly in that direction, and then stretched out her hand towards Ji Rong—
Just then.
The man opened his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes stared straight at her, as if the abyss was staring at her.
Grab her hand.
Five fingers tightened slightly.
"What is Aifei doing? Want to assassinate me?"
It is a common problem of the emperor to open his mouth.
Suicide paranoia, suspecting that anyone wants to assassinate him.
Fu Yue looked at her grasped hand, fell silent, then stretched out her other finger to point in that direction.
Ji Rong looked along and saw a blanket without any surprise.
"..."
The corners of his lips twitched.
Ji Rong's face was a bit indescribable: "What are you doing with the blanket?"
Fu Yue expressionless: "I'm cold."
It was only then that Ji Rong noticed that the clothes Fu Yue was wearing were very thin, the gauze clothes were as thin as a cicada's wings, and he was only wearing a suspender-like clothes inside, and he even saw the other's two touches...
"... Who told you to dress like this? Ridiculous!"
Ji Rong said angrily.
He squeezed the space between his brows, and then realized that the group of servants might have misunderstood him.
He just wanted this woman to simply sleep with him, not serve him.
Before Fu Yue was sent over, she was wearing at least a thick cloak, but just as she entered, the cloak was taken away by the maid, who seemed to be afraid that she would not be able to seduce Ji Rong.
Listen to what Ji Rong said now.
Fu Yue could hardly believe her ears.
How could there be such unreasonable people
"Didn't His Majesty let the concubine come to sleep?"
Ji Rong narrowed her peach-blossom eyes, and her tone was gloomy like a psychopath.
"Are you blaming me?"
Fu Yue: "... I just think you're a bit rebellious."
Ji Rong: "Nonsense! I will kill you!"
Fu Yue: "..."
Good Secondary School.
Ji Rong seemed to be very sleepy. He was impatient to continue talking to Fu Yue with these unnutritious words, so he grabbed Fu Yue's hand, pulled her down, and hugged her whole in his arms.
dizzy.
At this time, Fu Yue nestled in Ji Rong's arms in a slightly curled up position, with the top of her head resting on his chin, a rich fragrance lingered in her nose, and his hair fell on her by accident. on the cheek.
Slightly itchy.
Fu Yue struggled a little, and Ji Rong's melodious and low-key voice rang in her ears.
"Be quiet, or I will kill you."
As he said that, his arms holding Fu Yue became tighter and tighter. He even buried his head and rubbed Fu Yue's neck with his fair face, "Sleep."
These two words seem to be humming from the nose, with a hint of coquettishness.
Fu Yue: "..."
hehe.
The dog hugged her like a pillow.
in the middle of the night.
Ji Rong woke up with a headache.
Against the candlelight, the emperor's sharp-edged side face showed a beautiful cold white color, and the hazy yellow candlelight looked like flawless white jade soaked in blood light, adding a bit of coldness and perverseness.
There was blood in those pitch-black eyes.
The skyrocketing killing intent.