That emperor wants to gay me

"Fuck you old mother! Believe it or not, I'm going to blow up your dog's head with my Ak47." Zuo Anming couldn't bear to explode his hair, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: Ah, this idiot, this fag, this Faint Lord, why do you keep catching me?It's true that I didn't save the galaxy in my previous life, and I met such a dead gay.

"..."

Jun Zifeng looked at Zuo Anming in embarrassment. At this moment, Zuo Anming's face was flushed with anger, and he muttered, with tears in his eyes, like a frightened little rabbit.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of what Zuo Anming said, anyway, he probably knew that he was very angry at the moment, and it was the kind that couldn't be coaxed well.

"An Ming hates me so much?"

The tone of voice was neither sad nor happy, neither high nor low, Zuo Anming couldn't spy any of his thoughts.

"Yes, I hate it, I hate it so much."

After listening to Zuo Anming's words, Jun Zifeng's expression suddenly began to rise again.

——What kind of plane is this guy doing?Can you still laugh at this time?Do you have a fever?

Jun Zifeng is not a roundworm in Zuo Anming's stomach, and he can't hear Zuo Anming's thoughts. He only knows that the person in front of him is getting more and more interesting.

Living in the emperor's family since he was a child, he was used to being flattered by others. For someone as arrogant as Zuo Anming, in this Nanning country, he is definitely the number one.

Of course, leaving aside Gentleman Feng himself, he likes Zuo Anming, but in fact, he still hopes that there is someone to quarrel with him.

Unlike the people in this palace, they are cautious and responsible everywhere in order to survive. Sometimes he wants to find someone to talk about his heart, but he doesn't know who to talk to.

Now that such a "living treasure" finally appeared, how could he let it go easily?

"Everyone in the world says that when there is love, there is hatred. It seems that An Ming still likes me, otherwise why would he hate it, right?" Jun Zifeng smiled with his brows in a gentle tone.

- Fuck me...to your dog head.

Zuo Anming looked at Gentleman Feng really...really at his wit's end, and even had the urge to commit suicide.

He is not gay!

He doesn't want a younger brother, he wants a younger sister.

The young lady with protruding front and back is not a simple-minded, well-developed... barbarian.

Zuo Anming directly used English in a fit of anger, "Iamnotgay!"

Jun Zifeng, who was staring at Zuo Anming, was confused, but looking at Zuo Anming's expression, he could guess a little bit, that it was not a good word, "Anming, what are you talking about?"

Zuo Anming helped his forehead, "It's nothing."

"Sure?"

Right now, after tossing and tossing for so long, Zuo An will be sleepy tomorrow morning, and he also knows that if this toss continues, Jun Zifeng, a dead gay, will not let him go home.

"I'm sleepy!" Zuo Anming was like a deflated balloon, his words were listless.

"Then... let's go to bed." After finishing speaking, Jun Zifeng got up and took off his clothes.

The frightened Zuo Anming directly covered his chest, hid in the corner of the bed, and exclaimed: "Whataryou are doing?"

"..." An Ming, are you scared by me?

"Rest?! How can you rest if you don't take off your clothes?" Jun Zifeng responded with a smile, and continued with the movements in his hands.

"Stop, stop, Your Majesty, you...I..." Do you want him to share the same bed with... Your Majesty on the first day in the palace?If this man is normal, he won't mind, but... this gay guy, in the middle of the night...

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Zuo Anming felt.

He... is he... not guaranteed at the end of the festival?