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Chapter 323 I and the general undressed their battle robes 33
Snow-white skin, black eyelashes, transparent tears.

Under the lights, in Ling Xiao's eyes, this man is even more seductive than the rumored goblin who can charm the world at a glance.

What he wants to do most at this moment is to walk over, bend down, kiss His Majesty's eyes, taste the tears, and even want to take a peek at the snow-white coat...

Realize how delinquent and perverted your thoughts are.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth tightly, and even tasted blood on the tip of his tongue.

He stared at Ah Zhao without blinking, and said in a low tone, "It's getting late, Your Majesty should rest earlier."

Ah Zhao nodded slowly.

She got up slowly, and Ziji Hall began to be lively again.

Ling Xiao waited until Ah Zhao's figure left before he let out a heavy breath, picked up the tea cup in hand and drank it down in one gulp.

God knows how much self-control it took him to hold back and sit here motionless.

Late at night.

Ah Zhao was not in a good mood, and fell into a deep sleep early.

She doesn't like to have too many people guarding her when she sleeps, and she didn't even want a single servant. At Yuhu's insistence, only two of Yuhu and Yuyan were left in the inner hall. Stand by in the outer hall.

Late at night was already a bit difficult, Yuhu yawned and let himself lean against the wall.

A breeze blows.

A gentle force hit the two of them.

Yuhu Yuyan closed his eyes, leaned against the pillar and fell asleep.

A tall and straight figure appeared at the entrance of the inner hall.

He approached the dragon bed step by step.

Ah Zhao doesn't like darkness, so candles are always burning in the inner hall, and there are layers of gauze curtains on the left and right to block the light, so as not to affect her rest.

Because of this, at this moment, Ling Xiao can also see the peaceful sleeping figure on the dragon bed through the layers of curtains.

Ah Zhao was in a good dream, and in the haze, he only felt that something was pressing on him.

Not very heavy, but somehow uncomfortable.

She subconsciously snorted, reaching out to push.

The resisting hands were imprisoned by gentle force.

There was a warm breath hitting the side of the neck.

It was a very familiar feeling, Ah Zhao's frown gradually relaxed, and he muttered something in his mouth, but he didn't care.

Ling Xiao stared at the little emperor under him without blinking. Such a low alertness made him both happy and worried.

But this thought disappeared after looking at A Zhao for a second.

Because all his mind was attracted by the person under him.

His Majesty, who was defenseless, looked even smaller when he was sleeping with the quilt in his arms.

His lips were slightly pursed, his expression was peaceful, and he thought he had slept soundly.

For Azhao, that familiar feeling came again.

She only felt a gentle wind, starting from her forehead, all the way down, nose, cheeks, lips stayed extra long, and slowly went down to her chin, and then to her neck.

The hot wind blew into her neck and itched a bit, she flinched subconsciously, and muttered a few words unintelligible in her mouth.

The wind stopped when it reached the neck, and did not go down any further.

The familiar and trustworthy atmosphere enveloped her, or she might have had some sweet dreams, and A Zhao's lips curled up into a slightly joyful smile.

A good night's dream.

When Yu Yan was waiting for her to change clothes, she suddenly let out a strange "Huh".

How do you look at His Majesty's lips, are they redder than before?
Hearing this, Ah Zhao said indifferently, "Maybe I got angry."

(End of this chapter)