When she was picked up, the gun in her hand was pressed against the visitor's heart.
"Move again and I'll shoot!"
With her previous experience, she can almost say that the little golden gun never leaves her side.
"Are you willing to kill me?" Chu Dongling's mellow voice whispered.
Through the moonlight, Long Qian gave the man a blank look and took back the small golden gun.
"Your Majesty, can you please stop playing such a boring game? If I hadn't been smart enough to shoot directly, you would be dead by now!"
Chu Dongling held her in his arms, drove quietly to the bedside, and gently put her down.
"Get up, I will help you get dressed."
Long Qian sat down and quickly put on his clothes without raising his head: "Didn't I ask Hong Silk to tell you not to come back now?"
Chu Dongling's body sank and he became half shorter.
He pushed away her little hand holding the collar and tightened the clothesline for her.
"A small county magistrate is not worthy of letting me do it myself."
In the dark night, Long Qian could see the man's clumsy movements.
The aloof King Ling actually showed his dignity and condescended to her, squatting in front of her to dress her.
This kind of scene was really hard for Long Qian to accept.
"He has a backstage." Long Qian pursed her lips and whispered.
"I know." Chu Dongling pulled up her clothes and placed his big palm on her shoulders.
Long Qian was startled, and his body became a little stiff: "You, what are you going to do?"
"Whatever you want to do, I will accompany you." Chu Dongling scratched the tip of her red nose and stood up.
His departure made Long Qian breathe a sigh of relief.
But unexpectedly, the next second, that powerful aura approached again.
Long Qian pulled up the quilt and put it against his chest.
Chu Dongling held her shoulders again and gently pressed her down.
"Get some rest. I heard that you have been weak these past few days and are prone to falling ill."
He let her go, tucked her in, and turned around.
Long Qian blinked his big watery eyes as he watched the man undress and take off his belt.
His back is really wide, but unfortunately there was insufficient light to appreciate his muscles.
There were only two people in the room, she was lying down, and he was unscrupulously taking off his clothes in front of her.
It made Long Qian feel like she had really become a married person.
However, her husband...
Tsk tsk, it's too powerful, too terrifying, she can't accept it.
Not to mention that Long Qian never had any intention of falling in love or getting married. Even if she had, she would not marry into the royal family.
She only likes a simple life, the simpler, the better!
Wow! His legs are so long! So straight! So powerful!
"Are you satisfied?" Suddenly, the owner of the legs turned around.
Long Qian took a deep breath and buried himself in the quilt.
"How can I see it? It doesn't look good at all!"
What nonsense did she say? Don’t be too contradictory!
Long Qian bit his lip to prevent himself from making any more noise.
After a while, when she could no longer feel his breath, she slowly revealed her head.
"Ah!" Is this guy a devil?
He was so close to her, she couldn't feel any of his breath.
Long Qian buried his head in the quilt again, this time deeply.
Chu Dongling placed his big palm on the mask and took it off at will: "If you don't like it, this king..."
"Um...what's going on outside?" Long Qian then remembered the business.
"What do you mean when you say you know the backer behind Shang Anshu? Where have you been today?"
Long Qian hid under the quilt and didn't hear what Chu Dongling just said.
Chu Dongling's words, "If you don't like it, I can just sleep without wearing it." He never said it again.
"Have a good rest, you don't need to worry about other things."
