[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

The night was quiet, making the voices in the room more and more clear.

The parrot hanging on the shelf in the room was awakened by the panting and moaning on the couch. It opened its round eyeballs and looked in helplessly, but it could only see the shaking curtains in the night.

Having not fought for more than two months, Chi Xianhuai clearly felt that he was getting more and more greedy for Yan An's body. He felt disdain for his animal instinct, but his honest body made his subordinates move more fiercely...

After several times of cloud and rain, Chi Xianhuai finally stopped his movements in satisfaction, patted Yan An who had been fainted by him, and finally took her into his arms and fell asleep together.

As the sun rises, Chi Xianhuai, who is used to getting up early, wakes up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes, and when his eyes touched the bright light outside the window, he couldn't help frowning. It was all because he didn't restrain himself last night, which delayed the time. If it was in the past, he would have finished his sword practice and was washing up at this moment.

Chi Xianhuai moved his arms to get up, but found that Yan An's head was still in his arms, looking at Yan An who was sleeping comfortably, a rare tenderness appeared on his face.

After his inspection last night, he was sure that Yan An had never had a relationship with Fifteen.

Thinking of fifteen, Chi Xianhuai's face turned cold again, it's not good to like anyone, but he wants to like Yan'an.

If Shiwu dared to have a relationship with Yan An, he couldn't guarantee that he would kill Shiwu and torture Yan An severely to death.

Chi Xianhuai thought bitterly in his heart, while slowly moving Yan An's head to the jade pillow, then got up and put on his clothes, planning to boil a bucket of hot water for him who had been tossing him all night, and let him wash body.

When he walked to the door and was about to open it, the door was pushed open by someone outside.

Their eyes met each other, and the two of them were undercurrents. Zijin quietly tightened his five fingers holding the water basin, and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

Chi Xianhuai snorted coldly and did not reply to him, but instead asked angrily: "Who taught you the rules when you enter the master's room without knocking first?"

"Your Majesty ordered it." Zijin looked at Chi Xian who was blocking the door, and said frowningly, "Get out of the way!"

"No." Chi Xianhuai shook his index finger in front of Zijin, "You will regret it if you let me."

"Get out of the way!" Zijin repeated.

Chi Xianhuai curled his lips into a smile, "Okay! Since you want to make yourself uncomfortable, I'll let you do it!" After finishing speaking, Chi Xianhuai turned sideways and let Zijin walk past him.

Walking to the back room, Zijin saw Yan An's clothes scattered all over the floor.

He looked up, separated by a layer of blue veil, the looming lotus-white arms were exposed outside the brocade quilt, covered with blue and purple traces.

Zijin's eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost couldn't hold the water basin in his hand.

He wished that the eldest son he was holding in his hand, how could he just let Chi Xianhuai ruin it like this.

Although he knew that the former Chi Xianhuai was the prince's male favourite, and the two of them must have had skin-to-skin contact, but that was when he didn't see it, and he could even tell himself that it was all fake. .

Seeing the scene in front of him now, he still couldn't accept it, it was as uncomfortable as falling into a cold lake in winter.

Chi Xianhuai looked at Zijin's reaction, smiled triumphantly, and deliberately leaned into his ear and asked, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

A feeling of cold and suffocation flooded his whole body, and Zijin felt as if a pair of big hands were pinching the depths of his heart. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, he could only move his lips silently, and ran out in a daze.