"Your Majesty." Alarmed by the sudden appearance of Shangguan Ye, the housekeeper rushed over. When he saw the man in Shangguan Ye's arms, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes. He was just a little curious about who this person was. Except for Murong Qiufeng, the prince had never
I will take the initiative to take the man back to the palace.
"Prepare some change of clothes and sober-up soup." Shangguan Ye gave a faint order, and then directly picked up Murong Qiufeng, who was obviously sleeping soundly. As if he didn't want anyone other than himself to see him, he strode away quickly.
Go into his room.
The housekeeper raised his eyebrows in surprise and watched the prince kick open the door and go in. If he was confused and surprised by the prince bringing someone back, then bringing him into the room was a shock. You know, the prince hates anyone entering his territory.
, and the study and his room are even more forbidden areas.
After entering the room, Shangguan Ye gently put Murong Qiufeng on the bed. Looking at the person who was sleeping like a baby, Shangguan Ye couldn't help pinching the red face and touching it with unsatisfied feelings.
It feels very good, Shangguan Ye thought to himself. He glanced at Murong Qiufeng's body. The body wrapped in clothes showed a slender figure and a slender waist. It reminded him of the feeling of holding him just now, and he immediately pressed it down.
The heat has increased again.
Shangguan Ye shook his head helplessly, looked at the sleeping man, and sighed. He really wanted to devour the little lamb, but now was not the time.
He stood up, took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his heart, and reached out to help him take off his clothes. Looking at the cute and defenseless sleeping face, he raised his eyebrows in displeasure, thinking that this little guy was also
You're lying. What's wrong with the wine? If you look so well-behaved when you're drunk, why is the wine bad?
There was a soft knock on the door, and the butler stood outside the door, "Your Majesty, the clothes are ready."
"Just put it on the table." Shangguan Ye said lightly.
The old butler responded and asked someone to put the tray on the table. Then he turned around and left with his eyes fixed. He still knew clearly what he should and should not look at.
Shangguan Ye had already taken off Murong Qiufeng's outer robe, revealing his pure white inner clothes. He then walked over with the sobering soup and gently patted Murong Qiufeng's face with one hand, "Wake up first, drink the sobering soup before going to sleep."
.” Otherwise, there’s no guarantee that I won’t have a headache when I wake up tomorrow.
Murong Qiufeng just muttered, waved Shangguan Ye's hand away, turned around and continued to sleep.
Such cuteness and childishness made Shangguan Ye feel pink bubbles popping up in his heart. He reached out and pinched his face again, and said with a low smile, "Be good, get up and drink before going to bed, or I'll feed you."
If those who knew Shangguan Ye were to see him like this and his tone at this moment, they would definitely have a heart problem.
Shangguan Ye didn't know it, but he seemed to be having fun with him.
Murong Qiufeng slapped the hand away, frowned, "Go, leave."
Shangguan Ye's soft and coquettish voice made Shangguan Ye feel itchy in his heart. He felt like a lazy cat. He didn't expect him to be so cute after being drunk. Could it be that the wine he said was of poor quality? If the wine was really such a cute one
, he doesn’t mind tempting him to drink every day.
I couldn't help but reach out and scratch his chin gently, really treating him like a cat.
Murong Qiufeng raised her chin slightly and hummed twice, which seemed to be comfortable and yet uncomfortable. She slowly opened her eyes, and her blurred eyes were as clear as spring water flowing in the mist.
He seemed to be thinking hard about something, and just looked ahead quietly. If his eyes weren't blurred, it would be hard to tell from his expression that he was drunk.
Shangguan Ye found it very interesting, so he looked at him calmly, waiting for his reaction.
But Murong Qiufeng just thought for a while, and then slowly uttered one word, "Hot." It seemed like he was coquettishly complaining, more like asking for help, his eyes were unfocused.
Shangguan Ye raised his eyebrows, looking at the pink face, even the neck was showing a faint blush, and the collarbone looming from the collar was like white jade, delicate, beautiful and attractive.
Shangguan Ye couldn't help but reach out and gently rub the delicate collarbone with his fingers.
Murong Qiufeng moved slightly, let out another comfortable purr from his throat, and grabbed Shangguan Ye's hand.
Shangguan Ye came back to his senses and his heart skipped a beat. He thought Murong Qiufeng was awake, but he saw Murong Qiufeng holding his hand and rubbing it on his tender face, narrowing his eyes slightly and raising the corners of his mouth, cute and cute.
Like a cat, it hums comfortably.
Shangguan Ye only felt that the evil fire that had been suppressed so many times was rising twice as fast, and he quickly pulled out his hand.
Feeling that the hand had become warm, Murong Qiufeng pouted in dissatisfaction, shook off the hand in disgust, then turned his head, rubbed against the silk brocade sheets, and pulled off his clothes,
Let the skin be exposed as much as possible and accept the cool touch.
Shangguan Ye, who was disliked, was stunned for a moment, and then when he saw Murong Qiufeng's unconscious flirtatious behavior, it stuck in his mind. He took a deep breath, knowing that he must be having an alcohol attack and feeling uncomfortable, so he simply pulled him away.
His hands pulled him up and held him in his arms. Then he put the bowl over and said, "Drink this first. It won't make you hot anymore." He felt that if he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to bear to eat this little food.
The thing is, over-bearing hurts the body.
Murong Qiufeng was violently pulled up to escape the cold feeling. He began to struggle angrily, "Let's go, it's hot." He kept pushing Shangguan Ye away with his hands.
Murong Qiufeng is a martial arts practitioner. Even if he is drunk at this moment, he is still very strong. It is still difficult for Shangguan Ye to restrain him who is struggling with one hand. The hangover soup in his hand has overflowed a lot, and he can't help but feel a little angry.
.
"If you don't drink obediently, I will drink it for you."
"Hot, hot..." Murong Qiufeng struggled even harder. He could not hear anything clearly. Shangguan Ye's whole body was like a furnace because of his desire, which naturally made him repulse.