The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Chapter 162 [162] Are you sure you don't want to scold?
After Zhou Cheng left, Yun Mumu went to Duan Yihuang's dragon couch again.

He stepped over the tyrant's head with his feet across his face.

But Duan Yihuang allowed her to be so presumptuous, without making a sound.

Yunmumu:? ? ?

Huh?What happened to this tyrant today?According to the usual practice, shouldn't he be unable to open his scolding eyes?

Even if he growled impotently, he would growl until his face was red and his neck was thick.

Lost lung capacity?

This person just likes to be mean. You can't bear it when he scolds you, and you're not used to it when he doesn't scold you.

Yun Mumu looked at Duan Yixuan with a pair of misty eyes: "Your Majesty? Are you sure you don't scold your concubines?"

Duan Yihuang: "..."

Never seen anyone scolding.

Yun Mumu pointed to her quilt for the final confirmation, "Your Majesty, if you don't scold me, my concubine will go to sleep."

Holding back his good temper, Duan Yihuang rolled his eyes, really drunk.

"Then why don't I scold you a little bit?"

"Well, I think it's fine for my concubine." It's uncomfortable not to scold.

Duan Yihuang: ...

Finally, the man couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and shook his head.

What kind of woman can be his queen?
The dragon couch is so big that it can sleep eight adults.

This is the treatment like an emperor, Yun Mumu and Duan Yihuang are divided into two quilts, each occupying one side.

Although they are sleeping together, well water does not offend river water, but Duan Yihuang is well water, even if he wants to offend, he is powerless.

As for the river water, when it was cold in the middle of the night every day, I quietly leaned towards the edge of the well water without knowing it.

Although Duan Yihuang has been paralyzed for a year, he is a man after all, and his body is always hot. Every time Yun Mumu gets cold, he can't help leaning towards the big heating stove next to him.

Every time she leaned over, her body was very cold, and he always felt that he was shivering from the cold. (maybe cool)
She used to sleep on the Sleeping Beauty couch, but now sleeps on the dragon bed. Yun Mumu has a good adaptability, and she sleeps very peacefully every day.

They can sleep until the sun rises.

Every day when Duan Yihuang opens his eyes, he can clearly see her prosperous and beautiful face, as well as her two distinct eyelashes.

Every night he climbed up to his dragon couch like a normal person, without knowing it, he was blushing and shy every day.

A woman has no reservations at all, is it the same for other men?

As soon as he thought of this, he would think of the things between her and Duan Yiyao, and his heart sank inexplicably.

Turning his head to look at Yun Mumu who was still sleeping soundly, her small body curled up completely, and his hand was very close to her little face.

The glazed lamp beside the bed was still burning, the felt on the window lattice was also hung up, and the sun outside also shone in.

The hall was very bright, watching the woman curled up sleeping soundly, her cheeks were reddish, her hair was close to her cheeks, her little face was white and tender, like peach petals in March.

The man tilted his head and looked at her like this, his heart suddenly felt hot.

How good would it be if I could touch her little face?

Thinking of this, his fingertips trembled, and the fingertips that had been relaxed for a long time were bent stiffly.

Like a delicate wicker drawn from a dead wood that has just experienced a cruel winter and then revived, it is tough and soft.

His heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to explode in his chest.

Every nervous nerve collapsed tightly.

(End of this chapter)