How to survive by dressing as a villain male

After coming to this body, the surroundings were surrounded by darkness and silence, the eyelids seemed to be hung with heavy iron, the fingertips were also numb, the body had no sensation, and did not know whether he was dead or alive.

He doesn't like black, and he doesn't like static.

But he didn't regret it at all.

Zhou Ci had diagnosed and treated vegetative people when he was in the original world. It is not a diagnosis and treatment. The family members of this kind of vegetative people usually choose euthanasia for relatives suffering from this disease.

Not too long after that, Zhou Ci could hear voices.

In the morning, it's a good morning, praise as usual, and today's arrangement.

In the morning, his lover came back from the court and talked with him about some interesting things in the court. Sometimes he acted like a child and said that he really didn't want to take care of anything anymore. He just wanted to be by his side and take care of himself. .

At noon, he would reluctantly inject himself with nutrient solution, and told him tirelessly that the nutrient solution was terrible and he wanted to wake up quickly.

Sometimes in the afternoon, I would use a wheelchair to push myself around the garden. Although I was unconscious, thanks to July, I could smell the fragrance of flowers in early spring.

At night, his caring lover would wipe his body, change into comfortable clothes, hug him and say a lot of nasty things, and finally he would always tell him that he hoped he would wake up quickly.

The doctor said that he could wake up faster by talking to him more.

He also knew that when he was in the civilian area, the bowl of noodles was cooked for him by July, and the owner of the convenience store also secretly operated and replaced it for him.

He couldn't help it.

Late at night was when he was most helpless. He didn't know when, the dream terror symptoms that had settled down in July became serious again. This time, he couldn't sleep all night.

His unconscious body was held in the arms of a man, and he could hear the man's voices calling and praying in his sleepless dream. A man who was as indestructible as steel would be drenched in cold sweat.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, burning on Zhou Ci's heart.

He couldn't bear that July would squeeze out the little sleep left in such torture every night. If he wanted to wake up, he had to wake up.

"Isn't the leg much better...why are you still holding me..." Zhou Ci was hugged by the man in the arms of a princess, he was afraid that others would see him His face was buried in Qiyue's chest, his eyes were wandering, and his face was a little red.

Looking down at Zhou Ci in July, she touched Zhou Ci's cheek with a smile, thinking that the hero is so easily shy.

"Did you forget that you almost fell last time?"

"Then what should I do?" Zhou Ci held the hand that stretched out in July, feeling a little embarrassed thinking about what happened that day: "That time I either fell forward or fell backward...you want me to fall into gold--"

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by Qiyue.

"Don't mention him," the man said aggrievedly, "He has a heart for you."

Looking at the jealous Qiyue, Zhou Ci's eyes curled up.

"Besides, you don't need to walk," Qiyue easily flipped Zhou Ci in her arms, looked at Zhou Ci's reddened eyes and smiled shyly, "I can hold you for the rest of my life."

Zhou Ci put his arm around the man's neck, and said words very erratically: "Obviously you are my wife, obviously I should be holding you..."

The more he spoke, the less confident he was. Looking at the man who was already much taller than him, he pursed his lips, and lightly bit Qiyue's shoulder as if venting his anger.

How could a child who was so small before and could be picked up with one hand become so tall, yet he hasn't changed at all?

But it is undeniable that with such a well-defined muscle line, a mature and tall body, and a sweaty expression, the taste is really lingering...

Qiyue tilted her head to look at Zhou Ci, who was biting her shoulder, as if thinking about something, her face was getting redder and redder. So, he asked, "What is a 'wife'?"

The two arrived at their destination unconsciously. July put Zhou Ci on a soft seat, stood behind his hero and stroked Zhou Ci's somewhat long hair.

Zhou Ci felt it was funny, leaned on the back cushion and thought for a while, then said softly: "It's...the one I love, who I want to live with for the rest of my life and never leave."

The man stood behind and had already picked up the comb. He was silent for a while without speaking, but it was rare for Zhou Ci to hit a straight ball like this. His high-frequency heartbeat, raised lips and shiny pupils could not deceive anyone.

"I've never heard of this title..."

"I've heard enough." Zhou Ci raised his eyebrows, his hair had reached his shoulders, and he wanted to cut it recently, but July said it looked good, so he gave up.

"Or, you don't want to be my wife?"

Qiyue didn't speak, she lowered her head and dragged Zhou Ci's hair and kissed her. Their lips and teeth met. The two had gotten used to each other's bodies in the past few months. Although Zhou Ci couldn't beat Qiyue in other places, But when it comes to kissing, you can't lose the wind.

The lips of the two were slightly swollen, and they parted panting, with fire in their eyes.

"You can only have one wife, me."

Zhou Ci smiled, feeling that this was very strange.

The man's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly thought of something: "You are also my wife."

Love each other and be together forever... Then Zhou Ci will naturally be his wife too!

???

"Wife~" Qiyue rested her head on Zhou Ci's neck, Zhou Ci's soft hair rubbed against itching.

? ? ? ?

"What are you talking about? Don't call me! Only you are my wife!" Zhou Ci pretended to stare.

Qiyue ignored her, and kept calling "wife" one mouthful at a time.

Zhou Ci:......QAQ

How can one be called a wife as a superior?He also has the dignity of being No. 1!

What kind of image and dignity can No. 1 have? Now Zhou Ci is wrapped in Qiyue's arms, and he can't break free. He blushed with embarrassment after a few "wife".

In the end, it was July who took care of Zhou Ci's hair, called his wife sweetly, and carried Zhou Ci, who had lost his speech, back to the room.

"What are you all doing!"

With a loud "bang--", Xingmu slapped the crystal floor tiles so hard that it almost shattered.

All the civil and military officials below knelt down together, and the female kneeling in the middle was sweating coldly, too frightened to make a sound.

"The corruption situation in the southwestern part is so serious. You pretended to conceal it, refused to report it, and colluded with each other from top to bottom. Is this how you manage the Zerg?"

The tall female queen sat in front of the hall, and the questioning in her mouth was loud and loud. For a moment, there was only the echo of the cold and solemn voice in the spacious front hall and the trembling of the audience. No one under the nine-foot-high platform dared to speak out.

The huge golden chair is beautiful in brilliance, exuding supreme dignity and elegance.

"Director Stu, please explain."

Chief Steer trembled like chaff, stood out from the crowd tremblingly, first kowtowed his head on the ground with a "bang", his words were trembling and he couldn't speak clearly: "Your Majesty the Empress..."

He kowtowed again, really not knowing what to say.

It is true that he did not think carefully about this matter, and it was also caused by him, but it was not an earth-shattering event in the end. Under the governance of this newly appointed young empress, corruption and bribery have become less and less. The moths of the Zerg Empire are also gradually disappearing, and frankly it has been a long time since there has been any bad situation...

The Empress seems to be in a bad mood recently, and they really hit each other.

Chief Steward thought bitterly, trembling all over under the pressure of the man above him, and couldn't say anything.

The handsome empress lifted her chin and let out a soft breath, her voice was so cold that it was like ice.

"waste."

These two words seemed to be sent to hell by the kneeling and trembling director. He raised his head in horror, and those who were judged to be useless by the empress would either be dismissed or...

He was chilling all over, and he was fighting teeth to beg for mercy, but he was too afraid to open his mouth.

The air in the main hall was covered with heavy iron, which made people feel depressed and painful.

The Empress's eyes were half downcast, expressionless: "Get lost..."

Just in the nick of time——

Someone came in from the side door.

The person who came was very beautiful, his long hair was carefully arranged into a beautiful hairstyle, and the peach face, which was like a finely carved jade, was even more delicate and delicate.

He didn't seem to know anything about the atmosphere here, holding a masculine snack in his hand, and within a few steps he climbed onto the high platform of power that was forged with the blood of tens of thousands of female and male corpses, as if he was As casual as climbing stairs.

He didn't look at the kneeling ministers with his blue eyes, and the ministers didn't dare to raise their eyes to even look at him.A group of ministers kneeling down did not even dare to raise their eyes.

It's not that I'm not curious, it's not that I don't want to see it, but I dare not.

I remember one time when this s-level male worm came over, a minister who was keen on pheromones secretly looked up because of curiosity, but that glance directly made the empress on the high platform furious. The minister's eyes finally gave up because of the pleading of this s-class male...

Before the beauty could reach the huge golden chair, the man with cold eyebrows on the golden chair hurriedly stood up and caught the charming woman who threw herself into his arms.

"...Why are you not afraid of leg pain, just come here like this, didn't those people look at you carefully?"

The empress expertly picked up his male lead and sat on the golden chair together.

"It won't hurt if you rub it for me." Zhou Ci glanced at the females who were still kneeling, and secretly kissed the corner of Qiyue's lips.

It has the taste of freshly baked blueberry biscuits, sweet and sour, and blueberry sweet and sour.

Qiyue only felt that the inexplicable anger and turbulent inexplicable sour anxiety and fear in her chest were all dissipated in Zhou Ci's kiss.

Like a tired bird returning to its nest.

He raised Zhou Ci's smooth calf and gently massaged it with drooping eyes. Zhou Ci ate the biscuits on the plate and fed Qiyue with his mouth from time to time.

After eating the biscuits on the plate, Zhou Ci kissed the corner of the mouth of his lover who was inexplicably irritable recently, and pulled down the curtain outside the golden chair.

The seemingly invisible tulle barely concealed the figures of the two.

The tall empress was lying on the soft cushion of the golden chair, looking up at Zhou Ci who was lying on top of him gently.

"What's the matter recently, why are you so easy to get angry?"

Zhou Ci asked softly, and kissed the Empress's lips tenderly.

The man was also a little confused. He caught Zhou Ci's kiss, which was not deep, and said stickily: "I... I don't know... But I won't be like that when I see you... ..."

Zhou Ci kissed Qiyue's neck in a comforting manner. This sentence was very helpful, and she paused when she hugged her wife's waist.

He was a little surprised: "Did you eat a lot of biscuits just now? Why is your stomach so full?"

He touched and felt it again, and found that not only was his stomach a little bulging, but his waist also seemed a little thicker.

The man's voice was hoarse: "Don't make trouble..."

Zhou Ci paused, and touched the corner of Qiyue's eye with the other hand, and the end of the eye turned red just by touching it lightly.

"Why...how so..."

Zhou Ci stared blankly at the end of Qiyue's reddened eyes.

Why is his mistress so sensitive and shy all of a sudden?

Qiyue frowned, hooked the neck of the person opposite, and kissed Zhou Ci's lips fiercely.

The two kissed each other and said some sweet love words to each other without shame. From outside the curtain, the two fit together as if they were one person.

......

All the ministers left quietly.

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