Emperor student

When Yin Ning was speaking, King Saibei stepped over the pile of clothes on the ground, and stopped until he was in front of him.

A pair of eyes scanned his body from top to bottom, and those gazes made Yin Ning unreasonably have the illusion that he was naked and frank in front of others.

But the arrow had to be fired, and the matter had come to this point, he could only bite the bullet and continue acting.

Yin Ning signaled Ah Feng to go out with his eyes, and looked at King Saibei's eyes after the door of the dormitory was closed, his little courage was frightened to nothing.

"Ning'er looks very good in this dress." King Saibei pursed his lips, his expression seemed indifferent, but his eyes were full of fire.He suddenly stretched out his hand to touch Yin Ning's Adam's apple, and slid down along the edge of the loose skirt.

He has practiced sword since he was a child, and he is proficient in all eighteen other martial arts. Over time, wounds and blood from battles have created rough calluses on his fingertips.

Originally, the King of Saibei spent his leisure time with the intention of teasing Yin Ning, but in the end, all he could touch was the tender flesh of his sweetheart.

His heart was surging, and Yin Ning was even shaken by his touch. The memory of that night flooded his mind again, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

In King Saibei's eyes, this expression was extremely pitiful and lovely. He couldn't bear it any longer and hugged Yin Ning to bed.

"Why is Ning'er so affectionate today, and is waiting for me on the bed in this dress?" King Saibei leaned on Yin Ning, propped up half of his body, and snuggled up to him with the other half, looking at Yin Ning with piercing eyes. The person under him, "It really surprised my husband."

Yin Ning was so frightened that he didn't dare to vent his breath, and quickly corrected him: "I didn't wait for you on the bed, I was standing on the ground, and you carried me up."

King Saibei smiled knowingly: "Ah, I am familiar with this, if you want to refuse it, you will welcome it."

Yin Ning: ...

King Saibei took the opportunity to help Yin Ning tidy his hair and rubbed his face with the back of his hand: "It's so beautiful."

In the past, Yin Ning would probably snatch his hair angrily: "You are talking nonsense, I just looked in the mirror."

But he just went to see his cousin secretly in the prison. Although no one found him, he was still guilty, so he hugged King Saibei's strong arm flatteringly: "As long as the king likes it."

King Saibei narrowed his eyes to look at him, as if he was judging whether he was sincere or not, suddenly he held Yin Ning's face and kissed him.

"Hmm..." Yin Ning snorted, but didn't dare to refuse, and opened his mouth while he was panting, which turned out to be more like pandering to the other party.

King Saibei has always been gentle and considerate, except for the last time when he couldn't help himself, he could be regarded as a gentleman when he usually behaved towards Yin Ning, but this time he acted recklessly, bullying and kissing Yin Ning until his eyes were red.

Feeling that the person in his arms was being bullied terribly, and the hands behind his back were still tentatively embracing him, King Saibei felt both sweet and jealous in his heart.

He also finally let go of Yin Ning, and viciously slapped Yin Ning on his lips, but in the end he was reluctant to use force, and just bit it lightly.

It didn't even break the skin at all, but Hong Yanyan was more attractive.

Yin Ning was bullied in a daze, the clothes he just put on were not taken off, but they were torn loose everywhere.

The clothes were already big, so how could they resist Saibei King's rough hand reaching in and fumbling around.At this time, Yin Ning's shirt had faded, his eyes were dim with tears, and he looked at King Saibei innocently with pure eyes.

King Saibei couldn't help but moved his face up again, rubbing his ears together.

"Does it hurt you?" King Saibei said distressedly when he saw the marks on the skin inside his clothes.

Yin Ning's skin is fair, and any accidental knocks will leave deep and shallow marks on her body.Fortunately, he was honest and not easy to move, and because of this, his skin became more and more delicate.

"It's okay." Yin Ning was afraid that he would feel guilty, so he comforted him, "Your hand is so strong, it makes me itchy, it doesn't hurt."

King Saibei didn't expect that Yin Ning would dare to tease him at this time, he was caught off guard and gasped a little harder, Yin Ning arched his body vigilantly.

This frightened rabbit-like reaction of course made King Saibei laugh outright, and Yin Ning slapped his ribs lightly in annoyance: "You're still laughing!"

King Saibei laughed out loud.

Yin Ning finally stopped calling him Dawang.

"Little enemy." He hugged Yin Ning and teased.

"What?!" Yin Ning thought he was hallucinating, he looked up at King Saibei, "What did you call me just now?"

King Saibei was open-minded, and he repeated these three words with great enthusiasm: "Small, injustice, family!"

How did Yin Ning know that in addition to the serious Four Books and Five Classics in King Saibei's study room, there are also many books of the most popular words in the streets and alleys of the Central Plains in the corners.He just felt that this person was not serious, probably due to his superficial understanding of Central Plains culture.

If you know one thing and don't know the other, how can you not make a joke.

The two hugged each other, neither of them wanted to separate, the bedroom was like a spring breeze, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

"Look, my hands." King Saibei put his hands in front of Yin Ning as if offering treasures for him to see.

Yin Ning's breath was suddenly suffocated, and then he covered it up distressedly, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"How come..." He raised his head, eyes filled with various emotions, looking at King Saibei, "Why are there so many injuries?"

When he was a teenager, the Ninth Prince gave him Spring Festival couplets, and he was so excited that he held them to the side to salute and thank him.

The Ninth Prince's writing hands were smooth and smooth, and his ten fingers were carved like white jade. At that time, he was only amazed at the royal dignity, even his hands were like this.

Looking at King Saibei's hands now, they don't look like those of the emperor's family.

He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if he was stuffed with extremely sour plums, the juice soaked his chest.

"Does this hurt?" He gently touched the opponent's with his smooth and soft fingertips, as if afraid of hurting him.

King Saibei was stunned, and said, "It doesn't hurt."

He originally wanted him to see his masculine calluses and scars. After all, Saibei people regard them as military exploits, and having a pair of strong hands is also a symbol of strength and domineering.

However, Yin Ning held his rough hand with his hand that was a circle smaller than his own, as if stroking some treasure, and looked at himself wetly, asking: "Does it hurt?"

Everyone said that the new king of Saibei was the reincarnation of the god of war. Since he ascended the throne, he has been fearful wherever he goes.

But behind the majestic and majestic, every time life and death rub shoulders, besides the proud talent, there are more than ten years of hard work and gnashing of teeth during martial arts practice.

He suddenly added: "It hurt at that time."

Yin Ning let out an "ah" and looked at him more and more distressed.Then he made a move that King Saibei didn't expect.

He knelt on the bed, lowered his head and gently pressed his soft lips on the scar that had already healed.