That emperor wants to gay me

"You" for a long time, Zuo Anming didn't say anything.

On the other hand, Jun Zifeng knew that he had succeeded.

——This guy is obviously Dao Zi Zui Dou Ru Xin.

Feeling satisfied, his complexion began to soften, as if... the injury was worth it.

Gentleman Feng, who took advantage of the loophole, was already sitting beside the bed, looking at Zuo Anming standing at the door, he felt a burst of pride in his heart.

Forget it, when you meet such a thick-skinned person, you can only obey him, maybe you can get some benefits, so you don't have to ask yourself to retreat. Besides, I caused this injury to him. Zuo Anming, who has figured it out, Then he walked slowly to the cabinet and took a bottle of trauma ointment.

Zuo Anming, who was sitting beside Jun Zifeng, looked at Jun Zifeng's hand, and deep guilt appeared on his face instantly.What he thought in his heart just now was that he didn't use much effort, but only he knew that when he closed the door just now, in order to get rid of the gentleman's style, he used a lot of strength... really not small.

However, Zuo Anming didn't expect that Jun Zifeng would retreat in spite of difficulties like this, and instead went upstream.

"Still reaching out."

Although the tone was unfriendly, Jun Zifeng heard a trace of concern.

Once again with emotion: this injury is worth it!

Nodding his head, Jun Zifeng stretched out his hand.

Zuo Anming looked at the bloody hand and felt sick.

He was not afraid of being injured and bleeding himself, but he couldn't see other people bleeding, and it was frighteningly frightening to watch.

Carefully took out a clean handkerchief to wipe off the blood, even Zuo Anming couldn't believe himself now, with his hands and feet, he was so calm when he applied medicine to Junzifeng.

Gentle and delicate.

No matter how careful Zuo Anming was, the corner of Jun Zifeng's mouth could not help but let out a slight hum.

Zuo Anming, who didn't raise his head, said angrily, "It's what you deserve, you've suffered for being so reckless, right?"

——Where is this word, it is obviously a sweet thing, but where does the word bitter come from?

Having tasted the sweetness of the gentleman's style, his heart was tense, and he suddenly felt that his little An'er was still so cute.

Even so in my heart, I still said: "Yes, I tasted it, it hurts." It was also very sweet.

"Let's see if you dare to be so reckless in the future." It was as if a young daughter-in-law was complaining about her husband.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Jun Zifeng said again and again.

Putting down the handkerchief in his hand, Zuo Anming applied some wound ointment on Jun Zifeng's wound, then picked up another handkerchief and bandaged him briefly.

Putting the wound ointment back into the cabinet, Zuo Anming looked at Jun Zifeng, who was still sitting motionless on the bed, feeling puzzled.

——Dad, I gave you sweets too, why don't you leave?

Coughing a few times deliberately, Zuo Anming looked at Jun Zifeng and winked, a sensible person would understand, but Jun Zifeng was indifferent.

After stretching, he began to undress.

— Phew, can’t be angry, can’t be angry.

Resisting the anger in his heart, Zuo Anming said in a low voice: "Brother, can you go home? Really, we have a wing room in the prime minister's mansion, and my room can't accommodate you, a big Buddha. You can do it, please forgive me. ?”

"An'er, I... I'm really sleepy, why do you make things difficult for me?" You keep your voice low, and I'm even more humble than you, let's see what you can do to me.

"Gentleman, I found that you... are really a scoundrel, no, you are really a crazy gentleman."

In the end, no matter how much Zuo Anming babbled, Jun Zifeng ignored it, and lay directly on Zuo Anming's bed, closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything outside the window.

"Grandma, you faggot!"

After finishing speaking, he left his room without looking back.

Now that Jun Zifeng is living in Zuo Anming's room, Zuo Anming will naturally not share the same bed with Jun Zifeng.

Soon Zuo Anming came to the wing room, but was stopped by a maid, "Second young master, the master and wife said that there are unclean things in these wing rooms, and now someone is doing something."

"Unclean? Falun Gong?" Zuo Anming murmured.

"kindness."

Sure enough, Zuo Anming looked forward, and the courtyard of the wing room was really full of monks, still muttering something.

——What the fuck is this all about? !

Now that there is no way forward, Zuo Anming is really desperate, he... really doesn't want to share the same bed with Jun Zifeng.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his head, he actually forgot about his elder brother, there was no way for his front foot, but there was still a way for his back foot.

Zuo Anming hastily started walking towards Han Yuxi's yard again.

How do you say something?Whatever it is called, there are as many disappointments as there are expectations.

However, Zuo Anming really realized the profound meaning of this sentence when he was outside Han Yuxi's courtyard.

Zuo Anming tightly grabbed the waiter's clothes, and said furiously, "What? Tell me again?"

"Ahem...two...Second Young Master, eldest...Young Master said...he is asleep, don't let anyone disturb you." The servant had some difficulty speaking, but he still spoke completely.

"I can't either?" Zuo Anming continued to ask with some unwillingness to give up.

Seeing his young master so angry, the blind waiter quickly closed his eyes, and finally nodded repeatedly.

Letting go of the waiter, Zuo Anming, who returned in vain, grinned and cursed: "Fuck! What a fucking bad luck, gentleman, are you a devil?"

When Zuo Anming returned to the room again and walked to the bed, the gentleman lying on the bed had already breathed evenly.

Looking at Jun Zifeng, Zuo Anming whispered: "Jun Zifeng, I hope you don't move around when you sleep at night, otherwise I will really cut off your thing and feed it to the dogs."

After saying that, Zuo Anming took off his coat and lay down on the bed tensely, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, the dead gay Jun Zifeng would do something shameful to him.

At the same time, Han Yuxi's room

In the dark room, there was no movement, the only thing that could be heard was Han Yuxi's slightly disordered breathing.

He... will he really come?

What Liu Fuyi said to him during the day seemed to still be lingering in his ears, making his ears red.

Only Han Yuxi knew how much he was looking forward to it, so he dismissed all the little servants and maids early, and waited for Liu Fuyi alone in the empty room.

Including Zuo Anming making such a big commotion at the gate of his yard just now, he ignored it.

Just waiting for Liu Fuyi's arrival.

Han Yuxi, who was restlessly lying on the bed, blushed, her eyes were full of tenderness and anticipation.

Sometimes smirking, sometimes serious.

He... he can't be so obvious.

He wants to… calm down.

Han Yuxi tried her best not to think about it, but when she closed her eyes, Liu Fuyi's shadow remained, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Just when Han Yuxi was hesitating, he made a "creak~" as if you had arrived, and the door of the room seemed to be opened.

The heartbeat continued to accelerate.

He... is he really here?