Tyrant help me to God

Looking at the beautiful tyrant in front of him, Gu Yue was silent for two seconds, then nodded awkwardly.

Gu Chaoshui propped his face, the smile in his eyes kept expanding.

He clicked on the desk full of memorials: "My concubine sits down."

Gu Yue silently glanced at Gu Chaoshui, and sat down opposite him.

Sitting face to face with the tyrant, Gu Yue felt uneasy no matter how he sat. He quietly glanced at Gu Chaoshui, feeling quite restless.

"Why, is there something on Aifei's body that's tied to you, or is there something on the seat, why does it keep moving around?"

Gu Yue: "..."

He sat up straight and looked quietly at the person in front of him.

The person in front of him couldn't help laughing when he looked at him like this.

Fortunately, Gu Chaoshui didn't get too entangled in this, but said: "What is Aifei looking for Gu?"

Hearing this question, Gu Yue was momentarily stuck.

He couldn't say that because the tyrant hadn't come to him for almost a week, he was afraid that the tyrant would be snatched away by some goblin, and it would be fine if he fell out of favor, and he didn't even have the position of heir, and he would die if he couldn't be the emperor in the end?

Gu Yue thought for a while, and finally said, "I came to look for Your Majesty because, because..."

Gu Chaoshui picked up the memorial on the case and asked lazily, "Why?"

Looking at Gu Chao's slightly drooping eyelashes, Gu Yue blurted out the words without thinking about it: "It's because I miss Your Majesty!"

After these words were spoken, Gu Yue, who later realized what he had said, covered his mouth, feeling ill.

He he he he, what did he just say?

The memorial fell to the ground, Gu Chaoshui looked at Gu Yue's flushed cheeks, froze for a moment, then bent down to pick up the memorial on the ground.

Covering his cheeks that were red from embarrassment, Gu Yue felt like crying but had no tears.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Before he could think of an excuse for what he just said, the man in front of him spoke.

"My concubine's heart, I know it alone, this concubine's lovely..."

Gu Yue covered his face and raised his head, looking at the half-smile of the person in front of him.

Gu Chaoshui's lips parted lightly: "My concubine said she wanted to be lonely, but she didn't even bring a single piece of food to Gu, and she was not as good as the handsome men who came over at the same time." As he said, he swept his hands up and down and covered them empty-handedly. Gu Yue sighed and shook his head.

Gu Yue: "...The minister has been taught, wait for the next time, next time for sure!"

Gu Chaoshui narrowed his eyes and waved at him.

"come over."

Gu Yue moved his hands from his face, and looked at the beauty in front of him with some doubts.

The beauty raised her lips and smiled at him.

Always feeling very dangerous, Gu Yue looked at the person in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly moved over under the calm gaze of that person.

Before he moved to Gu Chaoshui's side at the speed of a turtle, the person in front of him stretched out his hand and Gu Yue, who was still thinking about what the tyrant was doing, was caught off guard and lost his focus, but in an instant, he bumped into a man full of medicine fragrance. in the arms.

Seeing the black clothes so close at hand, Gu Yue was taken aback for a moment, and before he had time to react, he placed his hands on his head.

The hair crown that he had finally put on in the morning was directly torn off by the person in front of him, Gu Yue's long hair fell, and with the sound of the hair crown falling to the ground, the hands that tore off his hair crown touched his hair.

Thinking that this was some new trick to tease him, Gu Yue was worried, for fear that the tyrant would touch something that shouldn't be touched from the top down.

He leaned against the tyrant's slightly hard chest, and the tyrant forced his head against his neck. He opened his eyes and saw the darkness in front of him, always worried that the tyrant would feed him navel oranges in his palace as soon as he rose up.

But in fact, Gu Chaoshui just stroked Gu Yue's head, one after another, very rhythmically, without going too far down, but that feeling was like stroking a kitten.

While touching, he still didn't forget to tease Gu Yue: "Aifei's hair is so easy to touch."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for liking it."

Gu Yue leaned against Gu Chaoshui's arms, his originally frightened expression gradually became numb, none of the things he imagined came true, the tyrant really just patted himself on the head in a simple and friendly way, he didn't want to feed him navel oranges, and he didn't want to greedy himself body.

Thinking of the scary time when he thought something would come true, Gu Yue's face was expressionless, but there was a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

He leaned against the arms full of medicinal fragrance, not daring to relax at all, but he didn't know whether it was because the movement of touching his head was too comfortable, or the posture of leaning was too relaxed, or the medicinal fragrance contained strong hypnotic ingredients, even though Gu The more he cheered up, under such soothing touch, he actually fell asleep leaning against Gu Chaoshui.

Touching the black and soft hair of the person below him, Gu Chaoshui felt a weight on his body. He lowered his head and patted Gu Yue's cheek. After realizing that the person below him was motionless, he squeezed Gu Yue's cheek again.

It seemed that it hurt a little from being pinched, Gu Yue, who had the instant sleep skill and automatically fell into a deep sleep, didn't even open his eyes, and slapped him up.

Due to the posture problems of the two, Gu Yue's slap naturally couldn't reach Gu Chaoshui's cheek. The people clapped dissatisfied.

Gu Chaoshui's eyes became more interested. He didn't disturb Gu Yue's sleep, but in this posture, he touched Gu Yue's head with one hand, and continued to write the memorial with the other hand.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Gu Yue slowly woke up. He was still a little dazed just after waking up, looking at the blackness in front of him.

Why is this different from the ceiling on his bed, and his posture...

Gradually regaining his sanity, Gu Yue raised his head instantly, but saw a beautiful and familiar face.

That face was smiling, seeing him open his eyes, he asked thoughtfully, "Are you awake?"

Memories from the palace before flooded in one after another, and Gu Yue finally understood what happened before.

Despondent, he buried himself in his clothes melancholy.

Gu Yue, Gu Yue, what the hell is going on with you, why are you sleeping in No. 1, why are you sleeping in the arms of the tyrant?