sir he is sweet

"gentlemen."

Murong Sheng turned over, and stuck his whole body against the man's cold and thin body, trying his best to get over the warmth of his body.

"Then this time, let me protect you!"

"I will definitely let you live, and live for a long time."

He raised his face, and in the silent atmosphere, kissed the man's chin devoutly.

Qi Zhao lost his strength and let him play around, thinking about the first time he saw this child in a trance.

In the season of heavy snow, he was wearing thin clothes, and ran into Murong Sheng who was playing hide-and-seek in the path.

He was young then, and the child was also young, small and mischievous, and suddenly hugged his calf.

"Oh... who are you? How did you look so good-looking?"

The little boy was dressed in noble clothes, but his pupils were extremely clear. Looking at him, his eyes were full of curiosity.

He didn't move, just looked back coldly.

"There are very few outsiders in the palace," the young man giggled, holding his fingers on the tip of his toes, "Are you cold? Mammy said that in this weather, you should wear thicker clothes."

"My bedroom is nearby, come and warm up!"

"Big brother, I've never seen anyone as good-looking as you!"

For some reason, amidst the yelling of the young man, he bent down and hugged the little body.

Hmm...it's a bit heavy, but it's chubby and feels good in the hand.

Qi Zhao lowered his eyebrows and smiled a very faint smile.

The eyebrows and eyes were carefully kissed, and the warm touch brought back his thoughts. He could feel that his whole body was soft and tight, and the warmth penetrated into his bones and spread out little by little.

"Your Highness."

As soon as he moved his lips, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Sir, I treat you more than you treat me."

As soon as these words came out, a soft kiss fell on the corner of Qi Zhao's lips the next moment.

"cough……"

Qi Zhao turned his head away, coughed a few times in a low voice, and blurted out a word, the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "Dirty..."

There was still blood on his lips and teeth, although he had rinsed his mouth, the remaining fishy smell had not been completely removed, it was very unclean.

"Sir, in my heart, will always be what I saw at the beginning."

Murong Sheng hugged him, gently stroked his chest, then kissed his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Go to sleep for a while... sir."

The energy lost by this person's zhenqi just now is extraordinary, his meridians are damaged, his heart is full of fright and anger, and he vomits blood. Now that his hair has been smoothed and he relaxes, he will inevitably feel sleepy.

His body is weak, he was at the end of his strength just now when Yufeng came here in a hurry, now his true energy has been drained and brought back to his heart, his whole body is sore and tired, he doesn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Even so, he was still holding on to his spirit and struggling to speak.

"Can't... go to the southern border."

"Western territory... no..."

Murong Sheng hugged him, and very gently comforted him to sleep, "Okay, okay, what sir says is what it is."

The man's complexion faded from the previous rosiness, and now he has become extremely pale. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes are full of fatigue, but his breath has gradually calmed down.

The dark pupils closed, the man's voice gradually lowered, his slender neck bent down, and he leaned into Murong Sheng's arms.

His face is extremely handsome, not only has his long illness not damaged his appearance, but it has revealed a different kind of fragile beauty. Now that Murong Sheng has grown up, he no longer can only look up to him like he was when he was young, but can even look up to him. Hold this person in your arms.

Murong Sheng thought in a daze, this is probably... the best dream in half his life.