Xian Yun'an once again surprised Zhou Qiming. He did not run away in frustration, nor was he angry. He actually raised his pink lips and nodded obediently: "Thank you, brother Nianhua." With such a childish smile and such a soft and waxy voice, Zhou Qiming felt great joy flying from the bottom of his heart.
"It's light at noon? Haha, the clouds are light and the wind is almost noon?" Emperor Haoran said to Xian Yun'an with a half-smile, but his eyes were staring at Zhou Qiming, who was smiling brightly.
Clamping Xian Yun'an's sharp chin, Emperor Haoran narrowed his eyes and curled his lips and sneered: "My concubine Shu has a difficult delivery, and both mother and child are dead. Do you know, my beloved?"
Xian Yun'an lowered his eyebrows and furrowed his eyelashes, his face white as snow: "I don't know."
"Oh?" Emperor Haoran let go of his hand and let Xian Yun'an lower his head, staring at the delicate and fair back of his neck: "Take off your clothes."
Is Xian Yun'an okay? ! Do you think there is anything wrong with him? It is one thing to know that there is someone else in Emperor Haoran's heart. It is another thing to see Emperor Haoran's tender affection for Zhou Qiming. He can't accept it and is heartbroken. He moans like that, like that... No, no, he can't think too much, he can't.
The deserted white robe, the deserted black eyes, the deserted room of autumn, Emperor Haoran lifted Xian Yun'an's small pointed chin: "Don't you want me?"
Ah, is this a trap? Woo woo woo