The voice sounded again and he said: "It's the emperor."

Naturally, this emperor does not refer to himself, but to the dead He Chang.

Xue Qingyin suddenly woke up and unconsciously tugged at the hem of his clothes.

This person...after all, he left traces in He Junting's life.

Just when Xue Qingyin fell into confusion and felt that she really couldn't see He Chang clearly...

He Junting put down the ink pen in his hand and said: "There is no need to find time another day, let's do it tomorrow."

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes." He paused, "Call that Kong Qun over and let me see him."

Xue Qingyin didn't think so, thinking that He Junting wanted to examine whether this person could be used.

She yawned: "I'm sleepy."

He Junting touched her face: "Well, go to sleep."

Xue Qingyin patted his leg: "Relax, I'm too uncomfortable leaning against you."

My muscles were so tight that I couldn't sleep well.

He Junting: "..."

His voice sounded again, low and helpless: "...Yin Yin, you are too close."

Xue Qingyin wondered: "How can I lean on you if I don't get closer?" She pursed her lips: "Oh, do you dislike me?"

He Junting couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed her hand.

Xue Qingyin's fingertips trembled: "I, you..."

She understood it all at once, she was speechless and her ears turned red.

He Junting slowly pushed the memorial away and suggested in a low voice: "Why don't you go to bed later today?"

Xue Qingyin whispered: "Palace people..."

As she spoke, she looked up and found that there was no one else in the hall.

Sliding pretty fast?

He Junting picked her up and placed her on the table.

He didn't forget to take off his dragon robe to pad her buttocks.

It was warm in the hall, and the sweat wetted my hair unconsciously.

Xue Qingyin hugged his neck. When she touched a shallow mark on the back of his neck, she suddenly remembered: "Have you recovered from all your injuries?"

He Junting bowed his head and kissed her: "...Yin Yin, won't you know if you try it?"

Xue Qingyin found out very quickly.

She had to tighten his strong waist to ensure that she would not fall off the desk.

The aroma in the palace becomes more and more fragrant.

Her voice broke: "... From a prince to an emperor, you... the older you are... the more ruthless you are..."

"Yinyin thinks I wasn't powerful enough before?"

Did I mean that? Xue Qingyin bit his finger fiercely, which resulted in an even more intense attack.

Okay, don't even think about sleeping now.
Chapter completed!