The host of fast time travel is forced to marry every day

Yuan Yao didn't answer.

Nie Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, and gave a soft chuckle with no clear meaning, "It seems that Your Majesty has already been fascinated by those young gentlemen... Seeing this minister, I don't even want to smile."

Seeing his strange appearance, Yuan Yao frowned slightly, and asked worriedly, "Uncle Huang, what's wrong with you?"

Nie Chi put away his smile.

He stood up from the bed expressionlessly, walked in front of her, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, lifted it up, and under her surprised gaze, directly bit it heavily.

Yuan Yao froze for a moment, then widened her eyes in shock, and stretched out her hand in a panic to push him away.

Just pushed him away a little, but he immediately pulled her back, lowered his head and kissed her again.

Yuan Yao struggled desperately to avoid his kiss, and finally even slapped him in confusion.

This slap made him stop.

He straightened up, slowly raised his hand, touched the side of his face, and then rubbed his fingers against the corner of his lips.

There were a few drops of blood on the corner of the lips, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his blood or hers, or maybe their blood was mixed together.

His gaze fell on the bright red color on his fingertips, and his lips curled up slightly in pleasure, "It turns out that His Majesty is still a little rabbit with fangs."

Yuan Yao had been pushed onto the bed at some point, and she was looking at him half propped up at the moment.

Originally, she thought that this slap would wake him up, but now it seemed that it made him lose control even more.

She wanted to cry immediately, but asked in a trembling voice, "Uncle Emperor...what's the matter with you...what stimulated you?"

"What's the stimulus?"

Nie Chi murmured softly.

He approached her step by step again, and only after covering her whole body under his shadow, he continued to chuckle and said, "When your majesty was chatting and laughing with those young gentlemen, have you ever thought about what kind of treatment you will receive?" Stimulate?"

Yuan Yao was startled for a moment, "You..."

Nie Chi didn't give her time to react, and leaned down again, making a gesture to kiss her.

Yuan Yao was startled, without even thinking about it, she directly covered his lips with her hand.

Nie Chi paused for a moment, raised his hand, held her wrist, moved her hand away, and looked down.

Her white and tender fingertips were also stained with a trace of bright red blood at this moment.

It made her fingers more and more crystal clear, like the best warm jade.

He sighed slightly, "Your Majesty's fingers are so pretty..."

Yuan Yao: "..."

Yuan Yao watched in horror as he put her finger to her lips, and kissed her tenderly.

The trace of blood disappeared.

She swallowed, retracted her hand, and said tremblingly, "Uncle...I am your niece... Calm down..."

Nie Chi looked up at her with a half-smile, "Imperial niece?"

Yuan Yao stammered for an excuse, "Even if we are not related by blood, we are still relatives..."

Nie Chi grabbed her hand back, squeezed it in the palm of his hand and played with it, and said casually, "Isn't a lover better than a relative?"

Yuan Yao: "..."

Yuan Yao tried to persuade him as calmly as possible, "This...is against ethics, uncle, think twice..."

Nie Chi said indifferently, "There is no ethics in this world with ministers around."

Seeing his rascal appearance, Yuan Yao had no choice but to cry again and said, "You, if you do this again, I'll call someone!"

Unexpectedly, he let out a lazily "hmm" again, "Your Majesty, please call."