Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The sudden agreement caught him off guard.

Yan Ce leaned back slightly, trying to see if the emperor was joking.

"Are you surprised?"

After a few seconds, she opened her mouth with a chuckle.

"Unexpectedly, His Majesty has been resisting, so I am ready for a long-term battle."

Ying Zheng let go of the young man naturally, and said with a smile: "My lady officer, I have a very unusual affection for you. Just a few moments ago, I kept looking at you from time to time. It can't be because my face has stains that I can't see thing."

"……Maybe."

Yan Ce didn't deny it. He didn't know how to respond. If he didn't respond well, he would hardly have the initiative a few times in the face of Miss Lingshi whose thoughts no one could understand.

"I'm not a little girl, and I was deceived by this kind of answer." She said, "The answer is so ambiguous, and you can tell that you have told other people. But since it's your private matter, I don't want to ask more. It’s good to have no shame in your heart.”

... But it is too difficult, as if every moment will turn into a proposition.

Yan Ce said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, let's talk about state affairs. State affairs are the most important thing."

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and pressed against his hair, and the corners of his eyes were bent with a color that he had never seen before, "My state affairs have been disrupted by you, isn't it my state affairs to deal with the prince?"

A corner of my heart blooms quietly, and I can no longer deal with it indifferently.

"Fusu should be back soon, before that, do you want to try to kiss me?"

Chapter 610 Response Between Breaths

Before Fusu came back...

Wanna try to kiss me?

The long wind swayed across the sky and swayed the branches and leaves in midsummer. The shadows under the swaying branches and leaves were stacked together. The warm sunshine in the morning hit the beautiful face. She lowered her eyes. Scrape the tip of his nose.

The voice a few seconds ago seemed to be an understatement like asking if you want to have dinner together, but the meaning it represented was like giving your daughter a handsome crown, wishing Fusu elementary school student will be crowned king in the end, no That's right, best wishes.

To be honest, can you not always give some multiple-choice questions, such as kisses, in fact, you can come up with something more impactful. For example, the bedroom in the palace is quite large, and the comfort of the bed sheets is also praised.

Yan Ce was silent for a while, he tried to touch the woman's waist, and the symmetrical touch flowed through the palm of his hand.

The outer garment was very thin, as if it could touch the skin through the thin material. The emperor did not make any response. Seeing that he was reminiscing, he slowly moved his fingers away and clasped them in the palm of his hand. The embracing posture further deepened, a unique female Curves and softness tightly oppress the breath.

"His Majesty……"

Yan Ce's eyesight was excellent, he glanced at the bustling people in Xianyang, but he didn't notice Guoshang's black armor that was very conspicuous in the daytime, and he knew that Fusu had not been sent to Xianyang City by Guoshang.

There is plenty of time, let alone suffocating kisses, Fusu sleeps out overnight, believe it or not he has a child?

He sniffed the soft smell, and asked calmly: "What did you see on the day of Feng Chan?"

"a lot of."

The black-haired woman's voice is still majestic with a touch of warmth and an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

Yan Ce was puzzled and said, "Can't you say it?"

"I don't like people who are too curious. I have seen thousands of possibilities in the galaxy. For example, you will choose to be obedient and be a good boy, instead of blaspheming the emperor like you are now."

She smiled and said, "Hands are dishonest."

A hand that had already swum along the smooth and tender skin to the armpit, and slowly slid to the side of the chest seemed to be released by an electric shock, only a short distance away from the fullness and softness.

The movements of the hands are full of anxiety and hesitation as if they were caught doing bad things, and they have to "surprise" the plan.

"What Your Majesty said earlier... is a lie."

Yan Strategy went to a topic that would be embarrassing and shy, and calmly analyzed it.

"so what?"

While speaking, the emperor tightly held his hand to prevent him from touching the places he shouldn't touch. No matter how many times of physical contact, the emperor and the prince in name could feel a strange strange feeling in his heart.

It seems that the temperature in midsummer has increased a little bit.

outside the city gate.

A professional armed team of seven escorted Fusu to Xianyang City.

Yan Ce looked at the extreme point of vision, "Can you close your eyes?"

"... Strange idea." Shi Huangdi was a little dumbfounded.

What is this, blasphemy while savoring a special pleasure?

"Don't waste the chance I gave you."

Let go of your hand, give Yan Ce some room to maneuver, and raise your hand to tie up a strand of hair flowing down your ear. With the echo of the wind chimes blowing by the corner of the eaves, the pair of helpless eyes gently closed.

"..."

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled with worry, and then stretched deliberately.

It makes the emperor's majesty coefficient less a little, and it is more complex emotions painted with countless colors. The nominally intimate relationship may sublimate into a deeper special relationship with time.

In short, it will not be the taboo-like relationship between mother and "children"...

The distance is reduced by centimeter by centimeter.