Su Mo watched Gong Jiuhan walk to the throne step by step. Under the illumination of the moonlight, the black cloak lifted up without any wind. He had an incredibly handsome male face, a pair of dark eyes as bright as gems, a high bridge of nose, perfect thin lips, and every corner made people lament the injustice of God.
"Your Majesty." Su Mo's lowered face was raised by Gong Jiuhan's fingers.
"She looks... Not bad." Gong Jiuhan curled his lips and moved closer to Su Mo. Su Mo couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.
Gong Jiuhan buried himself in Su Mo's neck and took a deep breath, "The taste... Is very sweet."
"King, Your Majesty."
Gong Jiuhan put his arms around the man's slender waist, "Don't be nervous... Relax..." The deep magnetic voice sounded particularly long in the empty house.
Concept: The abyss of despair is hope