Wen Xian pushed open the door of the bedroom.
His slender, jade-like fingers were resting on the door frame, and they were slightly tightened. As soon as he entered, he smelled a warm fragrance, but he couldn't tell what it was.
But the smell is only intoxicating, and it is also mixed with the emperor's exclusive ambergris, which is fragrant and fragrant.
A moment flashed in the man's beautiful and clean eyes, and he walked in slowly with steps. What caught his eyes was the dragon bed with the gauze curtains down, and the beauty Miaoman's figure could be vaguely seen inside. posture.
The Queen's voice was slightly hoarse.
"How come it's so slow?"
Wen Xian: "..."
He didn't answer, even stopped in his footsteps, and the expression in his eyes was a little dull.
This woman... is simply ridiculous!
Behind the veil, Fu Yue stretched out a slender and fair hand, probably because the temperature on her body was too high, the complexion of the hand was slightly pink, the manicured nails were round and lovely, and the fingertips were all on the redness.
"come over… "
The empress's melodious and magnetic voice sounded again, seeming to suppress the pain.
Wen Xian remained motionless.
Through the veil, Fu Yue could only vaguely see a slender figure standing there. Just by looking at her figure, she could tell that she was a beauty, even though she was a stranger... She didn't care too much about it.
Don't solve it any more.
She must die.
Fu Yue didn't know that he was running wildly on the road to death, the kind that didn't even need slippers, and he couldn't pull them back.
"Why are you standing there motionless? Didn't Li Fu teach you how to serve others? Come here—"
The Queen's tone was slightly impatient.
Repressed displeasure.
The pair of beautiful and slender hands pinched the veil, then slowly let go, and softly stretched towards the direction of Wen Xian.
The movements are inexplicably soft and well-behaved.
Wen Xian's cherry red thin lips were tightly pressed, and the anger in her heart was getting bigger and bigger.
He walked towards the bed step by step, stretched out his hand to catch that slender hand, his curled eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the unknown expression in his eyes.
Tentacle feel.
Obviously hot.
The temperature on Fu Yue's body was frighteningly high, and Wen Xian was slightly stunned. He pinched her wrist with his backhand, and felt his pulse slightly.
Have you been hit by the spring breeze
No wonder.
Wen Xian looked at the delirious woman on the bed with a complicated expression, and hesitated for a moment, really only for a short moment.
He raised his hand to touch the soft fabric of the collar.
…
"You look a bit like Wen Xian."
The empress's long and narrow peach blossom eyes suddenly stared straight at the man in front of her, her red lips parted and closed, and she uttered a word that seemed plausible.
Wen Xian: "..."
His face darkened for a moment.
Co-authoring this woman is still awake, thinking that he is a wild man who doesn't know where
Slightly heartbroken.
Wen Damei's clean eyes turned slightly hard.
…
Fu Yue felt as if she had a dream, she was like a small boat floating on the rough sea, she didn't know where she was going, she was always at a loss.
Waves should pass one after another.
Even if Fu Yue tried his best to stop it, even if he was sweating from exhaustion, the boat never stopped, but drove faster and faster.
It may be due to her physical fitness, she was a little seasick, and her eyes turned black. When I stumbled and stood up, my brain was short of oxygen for a moment, and it was colorful for a moment.
She ended up passing out directly on the boat.
until waking up the next day.
Fu Yue still couldn't figure out why she couldn't stop the boat.