Your Majesty, You Can't

The two lying on the ground stared quietly into each other's black eyes, their moist and hot breaths entangled and intertwined with each other ambiguously.

So close.

Zhao Yin only felt that his heart was beating so fast now, and there was a voice in his mind that kept yelling wantonly to kiss him regardless of the consequences, to taste whether the thin lips of the servant next to him were as sweet and tender as in a dream.

"What are you waiting for! Kiss me!"

Zhao Yin leaned over and put his arms around the back of He Lanzhi's head, and moved closer to He Lanzhi's lips, looking at him. The servant turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a little struggle, he resigned to his fate closed his eyes.

His eyelashes are still as thick and long as before.

Zhao Yin couldn't help but think wildly in his mind.

Bursts of breath sprayed He Lanzhi's face, causing the other's eyelashes to tremble slightly.A pale pink thin lip was even slightly opened, as if inviting him to go down and kiss Fangze.

Zhao Yin moved his lips closer, and just before they touched He Lan's lips, the tip of their noses touched together first.

Probably because he had just stood outside for a long time, compared to Zhao Yin's hot body, the tip of He Lanzhi's nose seemed a bit chilly.

Touching this coldness, Zhao Yin seemed to be awakened by the icy water, and suddenly realized what he was going to do next, so he abruptly stopped the act of wanting to bow his head and kiss He Lan's lips.

Zhao Yin raised his head and backed up a little, secretly exerted some strength with the hand holding He Lanzhi's head, straightened up and helped the beauty Xiangfu who was pressed under him up.

He Lanzhi dared to slowly open his ink eyes only after he felt the heat exhaled by the other party gradually go away from him.

Without thinking about it, he knew that his face must be as red as that of a puberty boy.

Before, he thought that Zhao Yin would kiss him, and he was ready to be bitten by a raised puppy... But now it seems that the young emperor has no intention of kissing a man at all, and just swooped down on him out of inertia. It's just in front of him, being kissed by Zhao Yin is purely because he thinks too much.

I always feel... a bit inexplicably lost...

He Lanzhi peeked at Zhao Yin secretly, but his eyes that wanted to observe the other person's expression quietly stopped on the back of his hand for a long time.

In order to protect his head, the young emperor's slender and well-knit right hand smashed hard to the ground. The back of his hand was completely covered in shocking bruises, and there were still some mottled blood stains on the back of his hand. Scratched the skin on the ground.

He Lanzhi only felt that his heart was being grabbed by someone. He hurriedly leaned forward and held Zhao Yin's hand cautiously. He looked at Zhao Yin's hand with worried expressions on his face, "Does Xiao Yin hurt?"

"Huh?" Zhao Yin made an interesting nasal voice, "What is He Lanqing's name?"

He Lan was taken aback, and suddenly realized what he had just blurted out to call Zhao Yin, and immediately lowered his head to make amends: "My minister is rude, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Zhao Yin waved his other intact hand to excuse him, "Does Ah Zhi hurt?"

"I don't have it, it's just His Majesty's hand... I call the doctor for you."

After He Lanzhi said that, he wanted to get up and ask someone to greet the doctor who was waiting in the prime minister's mansion, but the injured one stopped him from stepping out of the threshold.

"No need, I just let the imperial doctor see me, don't worry about me. Let's continue with the birthday, I'll go back to the palace first." Zhao Yin got up to stop He Lanzhi, and congratulated him warmly when he passed by, "I wish you Happy birthday, Qing Jichen."

In just eight words, Zhao Yin uttered endless tenderness.

He Lan's ears couldn't help getting hot again, and he lowered his head and replied softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty..."

Zhao Yin raised the corners of his lips and looked at He Lan's jade-like but shy face, nodded and strode away.