They have known each other since childhood, they are not as good as childhood sweethearts, but they are better. He obeys his orders in every possible way, just because he is the king and he is the minister.
The young man was dressed in white clothes, with a wisp of thick ink-like black hair hanging under his ears. He pointed angrily at the sinister king in front of him: "Sima Yan, why do you always have to fight with me? Is it possible that you like her too?"
Sima Yan's evil thin lips slightly raised, her sharp eagle eyes glanced at him, and she chuckled: "Yes, I do like it."
The young man's face suddenly turned pale, but he heard a sexy and seductive voice coming from the other side: "But Bai Yu, it's not her I like, but you."
Since then, the way they get along has become like this.
It was a warm spring night in the hibiscus tent, and the boy in white, with messy clothes and pink face, weakly shouted: "Your Majesty, no!"
A certain king reached out with his long arm, pulled the person back from the bed, and smiled cruelly: "Commander, you haven't come up with enough ideas, how can you leave casually?"