[Today is also a day without washing dishes, YES! 】

As soon as Song Yu walked out of the kitchen, Jian Shijin heard this extremely happy voice.

Jian Shijin shook his head amusedly, with a pampering that he didn't realize, "It's really like a child."

It was also because of Song Yu's heartfelt words that Jian Shijin thought that what Song Yu said just now was a joke, just to avoid washing the dishes.

It wasn't until Jian Shijin went upstairs and walked to the door of his room that he realized that something was wrong.

The door of Jian Shijin's room was opened a little, and Xiao Song Yu was stuck in the gap, holding the door frame with both hands, looking out furtively, "Why hasn't Jian Shijin come yet? I'm going to be paralyzed."

"???"

Stuck?

Jian Shijin's curiosity was aroused, and he looked forward to what Song Yu would do.

Jian Shijin pushed open the door and walked into the room. The first thing he saw was Song Yu who had rolled himself up with a quilt, only one head was exposed, with a rose in his mouth, staring at Jian Shijin affectionately.

Walking a little further, Jian Shijin saw that on the quilt that Song Yu was rolled up, a very beautiful bow was tied on the shoulders, waist and ankles, and a rose was pinned to the bow.

Jian Shijin was very helpless in his heart, and he didn't know how Song Yu tied himself up like this.

At the same time, there was little Song Yu floating in the sky above Song Yu, carrying a basket of rose petals, flying around and scattering petals down, very gaudy.

"..."

Jian Shijin was silent for three seconds, suddenly didn't know what expression to use to face, and finally just said, "I have a heart."

It can be regarded as saving this too embarrassing atmosphere.

However, he was the only one who felt the awkward atmosphere, and Song Yu didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Song Yu spat out the rose in his mouth, moved his head to the side, and motioned Jian Shijin to look at the pillow, "There are more attentive ones."

Lubricants, condoms, neatly placed by the pillow.

Song Yu winked at Jian Shijin's lower body ambiguously, "I saw it with my own eyes last time, and it's guaranteed to be your size."

Jian Shijin's ears turned red an inch: "..."

"How did you think of it?" Jian Shijin couldn't explain it.

"Isn't that the way bed attendants used to be in ancient times? It's shown on TV."

As Song Yu spoke, the surrounding furnishings began to change.

The original modern room has become antique, and Song Yu's big bed is also very luxurious.

Jian Shijin knows without guessing, this is the dragon bed imagined by Song Yu.

"Your Majesty, the Empress has been washed and brought over here, and this slave will leave."

A voice suddenly appeared from behind, startling Jian Shijin.

Looking back, since it was Secretary Wen who was wearing a eunuch uniform and speaking with a choked voice.

Jian Shijin: "..."

Secretary Wen's portrait right, do you want to settle it?

At this time, Jian Shijin noticed that the clothes on him also changed.

The current Jian Shijin is wearing a dragon robe, isn't it the scene of an ancient concubine attending her bed?

"Honey, come here~" Song Yu's voice was very seductive, "There will be a surprise when you unpack it."

"..."

In a short period of time, Jian Shijin has been speechless for countless times.

Jian Shijin walked quickly to the bed, bent over to pick Song Yu up and walked out.

"Promise with your body, what you say is what you say." Song Yu writhed in Jian Shijin's arms, with a very aggrieved face.

"I understand." Jian Shijin put Song Yu at the door, "Go to bed early."

With a sound of "touch", the door was closed by Jian Shijin.

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