Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Back at the Jinyu Palace, Di Heng's face was still cold, but he first poured a cup of scented tea for the little noble concubine: "Drink."

Seeing him like this, Xi Nuojin felt funny in his heart, and waved his hand to send out the palace servants waiting in the palace: "All of you, please step aside."

Within a few breaths, everyone in the hall left, and Zhao Chun, who was the last to leave, closed the door thoughtfully.

Before Di Heng could say anything, the little imperial concubine lifted up her skirt and sat on his lap. She hooked her arms around Di Heng's neck and rubbed her little face against his shoulder: "Husband, why are you unhappy?"

Di Heng's hands were firmly around her waist, his eyes were dark, and his tone was hoarse and paranoid: "Jin'er, you are an orphaned concubine, you can only be mine."

She said that she would not leave him alone and that she would always be with him.

Only he knew how deep his jealousy was. As long as other people dared to look at his little concubine, he would kill to relieve his anger.

How dare Zhao Lin, a hostage imprisoned in the Emperor's Banquet, stare at his little noble concubine so openly.

The little imperial concubine in her arms straightened up. This was the first time she had seen such a crazy Emperor Heng. Was it the hidden yandere attribute? She pursed her lips, she kind of... liked it.

Xi Ningjin slowly raised her hand and rubbed his face, with a gentle smile on her face, and her autumn eyes flashed with morbid possession: "Well, Jin'er belongs to my husband, and you, husband, can only It belongs to Jin'er."

Xi Nujin: Is it fake? Xiaoke?

The best way to coax a yandere is to be crazier than him.

Xiao Ke, who was huddled in the corner, folded his little wings and hugged his weak self tightly, "No, it's true, host, you look quite sick, you don't look like you're pretending at all." 】

One is a slightly hidden 'fake' yandere, and the other acts like a real yandere.

Tsk, they are indeed the host and the boss, a perfect match made in heaven!

There was an almost sick smile on the face of the little imperial concubine. Her fingernails dyed with impatiens juice gently scratched Di Heng's face. From the sharp eyebrows to his angular jawline, there was a slight sting, which seemed to be a warning. What does he.

They were the same, the little imperial concubine was his kind. Di Heng couldn't restrain the crazy and wanton excitement in his eyes. He held the little imperial concubine's white and soft hand, put it to his lips and kissed it: "Okay, Jin'er, Di Yun Dan will only be yours."

After saying that, he carried the little imperial concubine to the inner hall.

"Husband!" Xi Nuojin exclaimed and covered her mouth, completely forgetting that she had to pretend to be a 'yandere'.

Di Heng placed the little concubine on the bed, then pressed her up and kissed her deeply and passionately.

When the two separated briefly, Xi Nuojin panted against his chest and refused to allow him to kiss again. Her eyes were watery and the ends of her eyes were thin and red as she looked at Di Heng eagerly.

Di Heng's face longed for her, and he wanted to tear her into pieces, so that the little noble concubine was aroused.

He wouldn't be thinking about that right now.

It's not too good to do it during the daytime.

After all, wasn’t it the most taboo thing in ancient times to show obscenity in the daytime?

Xiaoke turned into a big red ball again, [Ah, goodbye host! 】

The little imperial concubine blushed shyly, her tongue seemed to be knotted, and she couldn't speak completely: "Husband, in the clear sky... it's not good."

Di Heng leaned down, breathing heavily, and chuckled softly in her ear. His dark eyes were stained with a strong strange color, and his voice was magnetic and hoarse: "Madam, so what?"

……

afterwards.

After Di Heng took the little imperial concubine to the bath to clean himself, he lay on the bed and reached out to hug her. The little imperial concubine glared at him, then shrank in, turning her back to him.

Di Heng was not annoyed. He looked at the back of her head. After all, he still didn't want to offend her. He didn't hug the beauty, but rested his chin on her shoulder, pressed his lips to her ear and coaxed her gently: "Lonely Jin'er I haven’t answered Gu’s question yet. How well did I serve you just now? Are you satisfied?”

The little imperial concubine's ears turned red uncomfortably. Listen, why did he say such coquettish words? The word "serve" was bitten heavily by him, full of ambiguous and teasing flavor.

"I can't hear you, I'm already asleep." The little imperial concubine pretending to be an ostrich shrank back inside again and closed her eyes.

Di Heng chuckled softly and hugged the little imperial concubine's waist from behind: "Okay, I won't disturb my beloved concubine when she goes to bed."

"Jin'er, remember, Gu is the emperor, the emperor who holds the power of life and death. If Gu likes you to be close to you, if anyone dares to say otherwise, Gu will... pull out his tongue.

Jin'er, you are Gu's noble concubine and Gu's only sweetheart. You can no longer say that you want to push Gu to others. Three thousand rains and dews have been exposed to such angry words. Gu doesn't like to hear it. Concubine, remember, how many times will you say it in the future? I'll just punish you a few times, so that the imperial concubine can learn a lesson, do you understand? "

"Well, Jin'er knows." After being so long-winded, the sleepy little imperial concubine turned around and squeezed into Di Heng's arms. She slept soundly until she was close to him.

After hearing the beauty's answer, Di Heng closed his eyes and fell asleep with satisfaction.