Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 683 She's so pretty, he swears to spoil her to the death ([-])

Seeing this picture, if it were someone else, they would have believed it.

But Di Heng remained unmoved. How could the young lady give in so easily?It seems that this puppet technique is indeed very realistic, but if you want to hide it from him, I'm afraid it won't work.

With a cold expression on his face, Di Heng lifted the curtain and walked inside.

He stopped in front of the bed, and when he stretched out his hand to lift the bed curtain, his fingers paused slightly.

He could hear the even breathing inside, and even smell the woman's faint body fragrance and the warm breath on her fingertips.

Tan Sang slept all night, and his hair was scattered randomly on the pillow.She had never slept in an upright position, and now her head was turned inward, resting on her long black hair.

Black hair, snowy skin, and red lips, the three colors collide, and she is stunningly beautiful.If you open your eyes again, it will be really seductive.

Di Heng stood by the bed, not knowing what to do next.

When he was young, he didn't dare to lift the quilt for fear of being peeped into his mind.Now I don't dare, for fear of that person being angry.

But if he didn't continue to look through it...he couldn't be sure whether the thing on the bed was made by puppetry.

This puppet is too realistic.

While the young emperor hesitated, Tan Sang felt a little cool breeze and woke up.

According to their status as gods, they shouldn't care about the wind, but Tan Sang has been soaking in the Wangchuan water for too long, and the cool clothes inside are very seeped.

As time went by, Tan Sang didn't like the cool breeze either.

She turned around, opened her eyes in a daze, and saw a familiar figure standing in front of the bed in a trance.

Then he yawned and hugged Di Heng's waist skillfully.

"I'm so sleepy. Why are you here?"

The girl's voice was beautiful, soft and ruthless, with a little haze, as if soaked in the morning wind, it fell on his heart.

It was as intimate as the dream he had been covering up day and night for 1000 years.

Di Heng froze. It took him a while before he realized what was happening. He stiffly stretched out his hand to pick off the person on his body.

Not to pick her up, but to hug her.

The little girl looked like this, leaning on herself, teetering.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he happened to touch the delicate skin on Tan Sang's arm, and it felt as if he had been scalded immediately.

But he was reluctant to let go of it.

The fingertips curled up slightly, and the dark light in the eyes floated.

Tan Sang slept all night, and his clothes were already askew. Now he was holding the young Emperor of Heaven. His wide sleeves fell off his arms and piled on his arms, revealing a white jade-like arm.

Tan Sang hugged the familiar curve of the waist, and it felt great to the touch. The material was still cool, so Tan Sang pressed his side of his face against the fabric, almost falling asleep again.

His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor panicked for the first time.

He stood stiffly on the edge of the bed, feeling a pair of soft arms around his waist, and his abdomen still pressed against the woman's cheek.

As if they really went back to the past, they have never changed.

The girl's shallow breathing.

Diheng's long and beautiful eyes were like bottomless pools of water, but at this moment there were little ripples.

I don't know when the corners of my eyes started to turn red.

The pitiful appearance made Tan Sang really wake up.

Although the man has passed a thousand years, his face is getting more and more handsome, even more beautiful than those fairies who are self-imperfecting beauties.

The corners of his eyes turned red, and Tan Sang didn't know what to do.

The young emperor hugged her carefully.

"I don't know if God Tan Sang still remembers what you said when we first met..."

He paused, as if he was sorting out his emotions, but the redness at the end of his eyes still didn't fade away. Finally, he suppressed his emotions and his voice became a little hoarse.

"God Tan Sang said, according to the rules, I belong to you."

Is your slave, your companion.

(End of this chapter)