"My little gentleman, you are finally back." Yu Jue's eyes were like a sea of stars, looking straight at the man. Shen Yuqing coughed slightly, his ears turned red, and he pushed the white jade chest that was pressed against him uncomfortably: "... Your Majesty, it's not a good day during the day..."
"What did you call me?" The man behind him leaned forward and put his hands on Shen Yuqing's shoulders.
"Uh... Ziliang?"
"Huh?"
"Brother... Well..."
The red gauze tent is warm and the hibiscus is blooming, and the embroidered quilt is for whom the mandarin ducks are happy.