Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Chu Yanting was shaken by Nan Qiao, his eyes were glazed over, and his heartbeat was inexplicably faster. It took two seconds before he came back to his senses.

Without saying anything, he lowered his head again and continued to review the memorial. After writing two words, he replied to Nan Qiao:

"If it's broken, naturally throw it away."

The voice was cold and indifferent, without any emotion.

"Is it broken?" Nan Qiao repeated Chu Yanting's words, curled his lips playfully, put his arms on the table, and moved closer to Chu Yanting, "Your Majesty, the table is made of good quality. Although it cannot be said to be as hard as iron, it is not so easy to break."

"Besides -" Nan Qiao paused slightly.

"We used it like that that night, and it was stable, not even the slightest bit shaken."

"Why is it suddenly broken now...?"

As soon as Nan Qiao said these words, Chu Yanting's writing hand froze immediately. The brush was stuck to the paper, and the ink faintly left a small mark on the white paper.

Nan Qiao glanced at the messy paper stained with ink, and the smile on his face deepened a little more, but he still kept saying: "It's still broken like that. I heard that it's even broken into pieces." It’s so hard to put it together.”

Now he couldn't write anymore. Chu Yanting put the brush aside, finally raised his head, raised his neck slightly, and looked at Nan Qiao.

"Now that you know everything, why are you asking me?"

She was quite well informed, and even knew about such trivial matters as him changing tables.

This supposedly airtight palace, in Nan Qiao's eyes, was really leaking everywhere.

He was probably used to it. After realizing this fact, Chu Yanting felt nothing but a little powerless.

"Nothing." Nan Qiao shook his head.

"I just want to remind Your Majesty that there are thousands of pieces of furniture in this palace, and I can't use any of them, so just destroy one of them..."

"Besides, these pieces of furniture are all very valuable. Doesn't it feel bad for Your Majesty to destroy them like this?"

Chu Yanting still had a cold face.

"I don't need that little money." There's nothing to feel bad about.

Of course, if Nan Qiao couldn't be helped, why would he take it out on an innocent table?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glare at Nan Qiao.

"Well, His Majesty is rich, I can't compare to it. Just make you happy." Nan Qiao didn't care about Chu Yanting's "coquettish" look.

"But if this trend continues, Your Majesty may have a lot less furniture in the future..."

"It's a pity when you think about it. Anyway, it can be regarded as a souvenir."

"Do you think so, Your Majesty?"

As he said that, Nan Qiao suddenly lowered his head, put his forehead on Chu Yanting's very affectionately, and rubbed it gently like a cat coquettishly.

Following Nan Qiao's movements, a strange tingling sensation was instantly felt on his forehead.

The closeness came so suddenly that Chu Yanting felt numb all over. The next moment, he grabbed Nan Qiao's neck, his eyes turned fierce in an instant, and he gritted his teeth: "Stay away from Gu."

Just talk, why are you so close?

Thinking of the weird feeling just now, the ferocity in Chu Yanting's eyes deepened.

Nan Qiao, on the other hand, felt the hand that was holding neither light nor heavy on his neck, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. Not only did he not retreat, he even followed this posture and moved forward a little further.

So close that even the tips of their noses were touching. As long as Nan Qiao tilted her head slightly, she could kiss him directly on the lips.

Although he was resisting, this posture looked like Chu Yanting was dragging Nan Qiao to him and actively asking for a kiss.

Chu Yanting's pupils shrank: "You..."

too close.

You can clearly see Nan Qiao's smiling black pupils, and even yourself reflected in her eyes.

Something was wrong. Chu Yanting felt a little confused for no reason. The words that came to his mouth were instantly swallowed.

As soon as Chu Yanting loosened his grip, he was about to step back.

But the next moment.

There was a heavy weight on the back of the head, which was covered by the palm of his hand. The tendency of his body to lean back was forced to stop, and then, there was a warm feeling from his lips.

For a moment, it seemed that even the flow of air had stopped. Chu Yanting's whole body froze, and he was stunned, not knowing how to react.

Although he and Nan Qiao have done everything, looking back, that's all.

Kissing, an intimate act even weaker than this, was something that had never happened before.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time had passed. Chu Yanting finally came to his senses: "Nan Qiao, you... um!" Let go of Gu.

Probably out of shock, Chu Yanting even forgot to take action. He only refused and put his hands aside, forgetting to move.

But in a situation like this, what's the use of opening your mouth.

Chu Yanting's opening was not only useless, but he even took the initiative to give Nan Qiao an opportunity.

In this way, he handed himself over to Nan Qiao.

Chu Yanting's territory was instantly lost.

Nan Qiao Lai's momentum was fierce and turbulent, and he refused to give in at all. His breath was caught in the mouth of another person. Chu Yanting was unable to defeat him and was forced to retreat step by step.

From her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck, everything was red and hot in a short time.

Chu Yanting's eyes remained wide open, staring at Nan Qiao.

As if aware of it, Nan Qiao also opened his eyes. In his dark eyes, there were indescribable emotions.

Their eyes were glued together, as if they had substance. During the entanglement, someone's heartbeat started to beat faster.

"Your Majesty..." Nan Qiao pulled back slightly and was about to open his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse, "When kissing, you should close your eyes."

After saying that, he clasped the back of Chu Yanting's head firmly with his hand, and the already imperceptible distance returned to zero again.

Nan Qiao put his hands on the table, lowered his neck and lowered his eyes. Chu Yanting sat on the chair, his head held up by Nan Qiao. He raised his head and endured Nan Qiao's tight oppression.

...

I don't know when the wind outside the window has penetrated a few rays, but the atmosphere in the hall is still warm.

Chu Yanting stared at Nan Qiao for a while, and finally... closed his eyes.

Although Chu Yanting is not yet able to interact with Nan Qiao, Nan Qiao is still very patient, carefully and gently guiding Chu Yanting's every step.

Chu Yanting's hand grasped Nan Qiao's collar at some point.

It must have been a long time, Nan Qiao reluctantly nuzzled Chu Yanting's soft lips, and finally left.

As soon as Nan Qiao left, Chu Yanting seemed to have lost all strength. He leaned back on the chair behind him and put his head on the top of the chair. He looked at the empty roof with hazy eyes and smiled slightly. Opening his mouth, he gasped.