"Then you..."
Me?
"You..."
"Me what?"
Song Yan looked at him distressedly, with a stern look on his face, and said to him as if reprimanding: "Why don't you kiss me anymore? If you don't kiss me, how can I sleep?"
...
Tsk.
Xie Lin had no choice but to pretend to be embarrassed and leaned forward, kissing the soft lips.
In an instant, cinnabar Roman blew from the wind and covered his back from top to bottom.
Roman's figure is shadowy, their bodies overlap, and tenderness like water overflows from the bottom of the bed, lingering on the fingertips. There was nothing between the sky and the earth, the clouds were scattered and hid on the ground, the moon was confused, everything was sinking, and only they were left.
Xie Lin half-closed his eyes in the middle of the night, and out of the corner of his eye, the figure sleeping on his pillow was gently breathing.
He smiled faintly again.
The world outside is surging with undercurrents, and the various political powers in the court are in turmoil. Only the urgent sound of a flute can be heard, blowing away the comfort and tranquility of the capital.
But this moment that belonged to them was quiet and private.
Spring passed and autumn came, and the winter solstice came again. It seemed that they had really known each other for many, many years in this short and lonely time.
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Concept: Love and hatred a thousand years ago