Chapter 805 The Tyrant's Little Princess (57)
Yun Si fell silent, "... When you come, don't you shy away a little?"
She is also Chu Yang's identity now, so he has been alone with her for so long, isn't he afraid of rumors spreading?
He smiled and hooked her finger leisurely.
Like a tiny snake, wrapped around her, the voice was faint,
"Afraid of what?"
He wrote the words lightly, without any emotion.
But inexplicably, like an invisible pressure, pressing on people's hearts, people can't help but tremble, and want to surrender conditionally.
yes…
What are you afraid of?
Who dares to risk life and death to discuss this iron-blooded emperor?
In the face of absolute power, any gossip seems so vulnerable.
The man's long eyes were dark and half closed, his handsome and fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of haze in the dark, cold and ruthless.
The young emperor, who controls endless power, hooks her finger, and his brows and eyes seem a little careless.
Yun Si was silent, and when she tried to break free, she seemed to be locked and couldn't get it back.
"..." She looked at him and pursed her lips.
"Que Yan, you are really clingy."
The man paused, then raised his eyes suddenly.
"Isn't it?" She raised her eyebrows, bent down, and her blue hair fell on his chest,
"Lai Lai is sticky, like a dog skin plaster, and I can't shake it off."
She seemed to be smiling, and a small smile gradually appeared in her beautiful peach eyes.
"." The man looked at her calmly, his eyes dark.
Yun Si leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips lightly, "Okay, it's time to get up, okay?"
She smiled, her voice as soft as cotton wool.
The ending is slightly elongated and raised, as if coaxing a child.
Others are afraid of him, but she is not.
The man's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes darkened.
The light in the hall was dim, but he could still see her clear and bright peach blossom eyes, which were as bright as a ball of fire, almost scalding the bottom of people's hearts.
Maybe she never realized how beautiful her eyes are.
When he looked over, the light in his eyes was burning, and his joy was never concealed.
Whether it was the strangeness at the beginning, the cautiousness later, or the dependence on Baihu, her eyes always hid the joy for him.
Hot and hot, like a raging fire, it can break through all defenses and burn everything.
So, he knows she likes him.
Know it all along.
He knew it from the moment he saw it.
Que Yan's phoenix eyes are dark, and the bottom of the eyes is as deep as a whirlpool that wants to **** people away.
He raised his hand and covered the back of her neck.
caressed gently, her voice was slightly hoarse,
"It's time for the truth about Chu Yang to come to light."
He kept his voice low, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
Still lying down, the calmness and elusive oppression of the emperor is between the brows.
Yun Si blinked, watched him sit up leaning against him, wondering, "The truth is revealed?"
"Chu Yang is dead, do you want to take her body back?"
The emperor looked at her indifferently, "Chu Yang is a princess, how can his bones be left outside?"
"It's her fault to be in mourning for my mother."
In this way, it should be a funeral.
Yun Si: "."
Obviously it was her work.
She is the real mourner who has been guarding for three years.
She didn't speak, but bowed her head.
Fingers tangled together, seemed a little disappointed.
(end of this chapter)