After falling in love with the emperor at first sight, I became the queen

"How can I write you holding me like this?" An Qi said dissatisfied with his arms around his waist.

Emperor Xuan'an didn't say anything else, he took a half step back, still hugged him, stretched out his hand to hold his thin wrist, and led him to write.

After writing for a while, An Qi became impatient. He let go and hugged Emperor Xuan'an: "Your Majesty, let's go back... you don't want to be here, take me back..."

Emperor Xuan'an asked, "What are you going back for? Let me tell you stories again?"

An Qi couldn't tell, he hesitated, and replied: "Or I, I can tell you a story..."

Emperor Xuan'an stared at his face, and after a while, he agreed with a smile: "Okay, you can tell me, and you can ask me if there are any words you don't understand."

They went back to the Hall of Supreme Harmony again, An Qi rolled onto the couch neatly, threw off his little quilt, got into the whole person and did not forget to pat the empty space beside him to signal Emperor Xuan'an to come over quickly.

Emperor Xuan'an was not in a hurry, walked over slowly, and handed him the book in his hand: "Get ready to read."

An Qi saw that the cover seemed to be different from the book he had taken before, so he hesitated to take it and asked, "What book is this?"

Emperor Xuan'an smiled without saying a word, got up on the couch and hugged An Qi to his side.

An Qi opened the book and read to him from the first page.

The beginning of the story was very normal. A teacher came to the home of the young master of the family. The gentleman was gentle but very strong towards the young master. He tidied up the young master within two days of his arrival, but the more you read, An Qi felt more and more that something was wrong.

When the teacher lifted the young master to sit on the table, imprisoned him in his arms and kissed deeply, An Qi closed the book and looked at Emperor Xuan'an with a blushing face. He just glanced at the content below from the corner of his eye. Ah, no, no, no...

"What did you see, you blushed so hard?" Emperor Xuan'an asked him curiously, as if he didn't know.

An Qi trembling lips, unable to speak, both hands tightly covered the book and refused to let go, replied: "It's nothing!"

"Since it's nothing, then continue to read, why don't you stop." Emperor Xuan'an said, holding An Qi's waist to prevent him from running away.

An Qi struggled, but found that he couldn't escape, so he put the book directly in front of Emperor Xuan'an, blushing and said angrily, "Do you want to read it? Then, I'll give it to you, you can read it yourself, I... I I'm going to practice calligraphy—”

Emperor Xuan'an didn't let him run away, he opened the book with his other hand, and then read An Qi's words: "Look, what's next... Well, he put the young master's legs in the crook of his arms, and put his head on top of his head." The one with the blue sky and the white sun, the one with the back facing the black graphite paper... Gradually, the water seeps out, and a ball of ink is wet."

Speaking of this, Emperor Xuan'an pinched An Qi's butt, and as expected, he heard a moan, but he smiled and said: "It seems that this young master, like my little baby, also has a problem of being fond of water, what do you say?" Yes or no?"

An Qi didn't have eyes to look at him, the pinch seemed to take away half of his soul, he turned his head, buried his face in Emperor Xuan'an's chest, shook his head, and said sullenly: "I don't have that problem... " Immediately afterwards, he begged even more quietly, "Your Majesty, stop reading... I don't want to listen..."

"You don't recognize your little problem now?" Emperor Xuan'an didn't dare to bully him any more, put the book aside, patted his butt to make him look up.

It took a long time for An Qi to show his head, his face was lacking in confidence, but he said very confidently: "I don't have that problem...it's obviously you—you want...you insist on messing with me."

Emperor Xuan'an hugged him and turned around, lay on his side on top of him, and laughed: "Oh, so it's my fault."

"It's you—" Just as the words fell, Emperor Xuan'an had already met his lips, and there was no way to let a little gap, and he was even more domineering than the teacher in the book.

"Are you still blaming me?" Emperor Xuan'an let him take a breath and asked.

While panting for breath, An Qi responded calmly: "It's your fault—"

Emperor Xuan'an kissed him again.

"Are you still to blame?" He asked again.

An Qi covered his mouth cautiously, and didn't answer, but Emperor Xuan'an moved his hand away without much effort, and kissed him deeply again.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh....

Emperor Xuan'an curled his fingers, and his knuckles touched his lips. The heat spread from the skin to his heart. He smiled: "The mouth is so soft."

You are simply a prodigal son!An Qi stared at him without speaking, his earlobe was red.

When sleeping at night, An Qi pestered Emperor Xuan'an to take him to take a bath.

"Why do you have to take a bath with me now, huh? You are so delicate, do you want to do something bad?" Emperor Xuan'an asked casually, making An Qi's face flushed red.

An Qi looked at him angrily, let go of his hands, walked over there by himself, and said: "If we don't get together, we won't. I'll make it myself."

"How can it be, my wife." Emperor Xuan'an followed him a few steps, bent his waist and picked him up from the ground, and said with a smile, "I just want to serve you for my husband."

Emperor Xuan'an was always able to hold An Qi tightly, and An Qi couldn't catch up with what he said, but An Qi also had a way to get revenge.

as now.

An Qi was stripped naked, and his white and tender skin seemed to be covered with a layer of light in the water waves. Even though he was standing in the bath, he could still reveal half of his body, and he could sit on the steps of the bath if it was not enough. He wanted to, but he didn't want to, and insisted on clinging to Emperor Xuan'an, not letting go for a moment.

"Little guy, are you making trouble?" Emperor Xuan'an grabbed An Qi's paw that was quietly stretched out from behind, turned to face him, raised his eyebrows slightly.

An Qi looked at him innocently, as if he didn't understand what he was saying, he withdrew his hand, tilted his head, and asked in confusion: "What does Your Majesty mean? An Qi doesn't understand."

you do not understand?

"Heh." Emperor Xuan'an lowered his eyes and laughed, without saying anything.

After a while, An Qi started to move again, this time he moved extremely quickly, his eyes seemed to be staring in other directions, but in fact his attention was on Emperor Xuan'an, seeing that Emperor Xuan'an didn't pay attention, he slowly approached him, and his moves were swift ——Emperor Xuan'an has spanked his butt so many times, and he wants to touch the tiger's butt too.

Naturally, he didn't touch it, but with An Qi's careful thought, Emperor Xuan'an understood it at a glance. When An Qi stretched out his hand, he thought he was moving fast, but in his eyes it could only be regarded as slow, and of course it was effortless. and the land was seized.

He grabbed An Qi's little paw and pulled him in front of him, and asked him interestingly: "What's the matter, I want to do something bad, secretly."

An Qi was caught by him and couldn't move. Hearing his words, he panicked in frustration: "I just... Seeing that His Majesty seems a little tired, I wanted to help you squeeze your shoulders."

"Squeeze your shoulders and squeeze down? Who taught you." Emperor Xuan'an exposed his lie unceremoniously, and pulled him to sit down on the other side of the steps, and An Qi sat on his lap.

An Qi hesitated and couldn't speak, and didn't dare to look down, for fear that if he accidentally lowered his head, he would see something he shouldn't have seen.

"My shoulders are not sore, but there is one place that is very uncomfortable. Good An Qi, can you squeeze it for me?" Although it was a question, the tone was as strong as ever, with some malicious intentions.

An Qi was distracted by him, stared at his face, and asked, "Where is it?"

Emperor Xuan'an held his hand and took him underwater.

!!!

there - what's there -

An Qi stared at him incredulously, with a surprised expression on his face, hesitating: "You, why are you..." Why are you so shameless?

Emperor Xuan'an didn't feel that there was anything to be ashamed of, grabbed An Qi's hand, and coaxed him: "Look, I'm feeling so uncomfortable, can you have the heart to tell me to hold back?"

"You—you do it yourself—" An Qi tilted his head, swayed his body, almost gritted his teeth and said these words.

Emperor Xuan'an refused to agree, and insisted on grabbing him: "Good boy, I'll be fine if Ma'am let me get rid of it as soon as possible... If you insist on staying here, then you will only suffer from Madam's delicate thighs."

"Ma'am, don't you think so?" As he spoke, he scraped An Qi's thigh with his finger.

What he said was really shameless, but An Qi understood, his eyes were almost red with anger, he stared at him, finally lowered his head in discouragement, and stretched out his hand.

An Qi was wrapped in clothes and carried onto the bed, his body turned red from the heat, even his arms were limp, as soon as he lay on the bed, he yelled that he wanted to sleep, and refused to open his eyes no matter what he said.

"Why are you still so ashamed now?" Emperor Xuan'an sat by the bed and laughed at him, pulling the quilt, but failed.

An Qi turned his back to him, tightly clenched the quilt with his white and tender little hands, and said angrily, "From now on! I won't do it for you——my hands—have turned red after so long—"

Emperor Xuan'an was so rare that he couldn't laugh or cry, he leaned on An Qi, kissed the side of his face, then reached out to see An Qi's palm, and spread it open without any effort.

It was really red and felt a little hot to the touch.

He frowned, kissed An Qi again, and got up to get the medicine.

An Qi saw his actions but was anxious to hide: "It's just a little red... There's no need to apply medicine."

"It's my fault. I'll try to be as fast as possible next time. Come on, reach out."

Listening to what he said, An Qi always felt that there was something wrong, but couldn't tell, and let him apply a thin layer of ointment on her in a daze.

The palms of his hands immediately became much cooler, and An Qi was no longer angry with him, seeing that he came back after taking the medicine, he gave him his place and signaled him to come over.

Emperor Xuan'an extinguished the candle and climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt and hugged him into his arms.

"Go to sleep."

An Qi's face could not be seen in the darkness, but he could hear him groaning, leaning against Emperor Xuan'an's arms, and after a while, there was the sound of steady breathing.

The weather was not good at night, everything was quiet, and it rained suddenly in the middle of the night, the sound of the rain pattering on the leaves, and the wind also made some small noises on the windows.

An Qi was woken up, he squinted his eyes and rubbed his head habitually, but he missed Emperor Xuan'an, and suddenly opened his eyes - there was no figure of Emperor Xuan'an on the bed.