Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

Before he finished speaking, his wrist tightened.

Pei Zhao suddenly stood up, grabbed the person and pulled him on him, and Qi Sui threw himself on his chest.

The surrounding temperature suddenly increased.

The man whispered, his hot palms caressing his soft waist along the untied clothesline, "This position."

Qi Sui's whole body felt numb and numb, and he could clearly see the emotions flowing in the man's eyes, which were playful and playful.

...This kind of thing seems to be OK.

But it always felt like something wasn't quite right.

...

Qi Sui was still confused, but he finally knew what was wrong!

"You lied to me! Pei Zhao!..., Pei Zhao... let go!"

This is completely different from what was promised!

Pei Zhao restrained him from moving, and his words were all burning, "Isn't this what you asked for in a hurry? And you regret it?"

"..."

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...It's fatal, it's really fatal.

"fraud!"

He subconsciously thought of the wooden stick next to the bed, and he reached out and grabbed it and was about to smash it at him.

As a result, the next second, Pei Zhao's sharp eyes and hands quickly grabbed him and threw him to the ground with a sneer.

"Don't think that I don't know and you came here just to beat me up?"

"Wait, no, what are you doing... Pei Zhao!"

"Still lying? Huh?"

"...Pei Zhao!"

Qi Sui was teased by him and manipulated at every turn. In the end, even the faintest tone of his voice changed.

A large expanse of white appeared before my eyes.

Crazy, really almost crazy...

He is here to be the leader, not to be sent to your door to be suppressed!

Hearing Pei Zhao smile again, he was in a good mood. He lowered his eyes and kissed the warm tears from the corners of his eyes, "Didn't you say you can't cry? Why are you crying so miserably?"

"you……"

Qi Sui seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, almost fainting, and could not utter a word in reply.

She gripped the mattress tightly and cried even harder due to grievance.

...He was cheated again, he was cheated again!

Pei Zhao seemed to have noticed his little thoughts and deliberately held his hand. While the boy was trembling silently, he whispered:

"I don't want to lie flat, I just want to be the tired one."

"If you are so squeamish, who can you serve?"

"Oh yes, don't you like dancing? I'll buy you some more dance clothes, and you can dance for me alone from now on."

Qi Sui trembled, "Pei Zhao..."

-

Qi Sui felt aggrieved and deeply realized what it meant to suffer for one's own fault that day.

I have reflected on myself countless times, why on earth did I do this evil!

Pei Zhao was as hard to talk as ever, with a cold face as if someone owed him two to five million, but he spoke harshly and did not treat him harshly, and provided him with good food and drink every day.

Occasionally, I can give him a smile and accompany him for a walk.

But usually it was just like being under house arrest, being trapped in the palace and not letting him out.

At that time, everyone in the capital knew that the young prince had a beloved son at home, whose identity was unknown.

But it is said that he is a young man, and he is worshiping him like a bird in the palm of his hand.

But Qi Sui always felt that there was always a gap between the two.

I can’t tell what it is, but I can’t ignore it.

Qi Sui was too arrogant and didn't take it seriously. He devoted himself to his "bed-warming" job and stayed in the palace all day long.

Apart from being a bit boring, it's nothing like that.

As the first lunar month approaches, red lanterns are hung up in the palace for joy, but the cold winter has set in, and the surrounding trees and leaves are withered, creating a desolate scene that cannot be ignored.

Pei Zhao had promised to come back that day, and Qi Sui was waiting for him to have dinner with him.

As a result, the dinner was heated over and over again, and the servants in the palace came to remind him not to wait. Only then did Qi Sui realize that he was distracted.

He said slowly, took the rice bowl and ate first.

On the way back to the house, I heard a few servants sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard and muttering.

"How long has it been since the young prince came back? It's such a winter, and the person in the house has been waiting for the food to be cold today, and he's still nowhere to be seen."

Qi Sui pursed her lips, saying how pitiful he was.

What he cooked today was not his favorite meal, otherwise he would have eaten it all.

Then they heard them say: "I don't know what happened in the past few days in the court. The young prince was not very happy when he came back a few days ago. Could it be about the old prince?"

"Ah, when you said this, I seem to remember. Last month, the war in Mobei became urgent. The DPRK sent 50,000 troops. They reported urgently every time. Could it be that something happened?"

"Well, the old prince has been away fighting for so many years. The last time he returned to the capital was three years ago. We old people haven't seen him for a long time."

"The war is tense and the old prince is away. The young prince must be worried, as are you and me. I hope the old prince can be safe this time..."

Before they finished speaking, some of them noticed the young man on the corridor.

With a wink, everyone suddenly became quiet.

Qi Sui was a little distracted again, then he calmed down, smiled lightly, and left.

He wasn't that attached to Pei Zhao, but in recent days he was either away from the palace or came back in the middle of the night.

Even if he doesn't come back, he will be happy and free.

But the blackening value increased from time to time, which made him so angry that he had a heart attack even while lying on the bed.

In the middle of the night, Qi Sui fell into a drowsy sleep, wrapped tightly in the quilt and huddled in it warmly.

I had a very beautiful dream, and I couldn’t help laughing in it.

Until there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, he opened his eyes in confusion, and then the door panel was pushed open.

Qi Sui sat up vigilantly and noticed Pei Zhao coming in through the light coming in from outside.

Before his hanging heart could settle down, a smoky smell of alcohol hit him, making him dizzy and frowning.

"you've been drinking?"

Pei Zhao didn't respond, closed the door behind him in a daze, and walked towards the bed with chaotic steps.

As if she had drunk too much, she took off her shoes and went to bed, lying down next to him.

Qi Sui touched his hot face and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to make some sobering soup?"

Pei Zhao breathed evenly, frowning tightly, and it took him a long time to reply, "No..."

If you don’t want it, just don’t want it.

Qi Sui pursed her lips and wanted to help him take off his clothes before sleeping, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.

As a result, as soon as it touched his collar and before he could move, the man held his hand and looked at him dreamily.

His voice was soft and hoarse, "What are you doing?"

"Undress."

"Why don't you take it off?"

"..."

Qi Sui took a deep breath and told himself that he just drank too much and never reasoned with a drunkard. He said patiently:

"You have to take off your clothes before you can sleep. I'm not molesting you. Why are you so pretentious?"

Pei Zhao looked dull, as if he was thinking about the authenticity of his words.

After a while, an intoxicating low laugh escaped from his throat, and he said seductively: "Then you kiss me first, and then I'll take it off for you."

"..."

Qi Sui clicked his tongue and learned to bargain.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about. He lowered his head and pecked her face lightly, "Kiss me, please take it off."

"I said kiss here."

Pei Zhao pointed to his moist lips in a daze.