The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Chapter 114 Your Heart and My Heart (Extended)
Zhe Sang lay on the couch and wrinkled the mattress.

While crying, he muttered that he wanted to go back to the palace.

Gu Heng helped her wipe away her tears and was still ruthless where she should be.

Sometimes, he would tease her.

While the knife was being sharpened, it would not give him any pleasure until she couldn't bear it and turned around to glare at him.

He deliberately asked, "Are you going back to the palace now?"

Zhe Sang was so angry that he was itching his teeth.

Gu Heng let her bite him without even making a sound. After a few bites, she would naturally let go.

She always closed her eyes, as if she was uncomfortable or afraid of looking at something.

Her look just hit Gu Heng's bad side.

He didn't like her avoiding him, he just wanted her to open her eyes.

It is best to see it clearly and remember it clearly.

It had been the same in the past, but Zhe Sang had never cried like this.

The person behind it seemed like he really wanted to break himself into pieces before he was willing to do it.

"Gu Heng——"

She shouted as if begging.

The beautiful thin back is like a live fish on a chopping board, jumping, but it can never avoid the butcher's knife.

"look at me."

Gu Heng lay on her back and kissed her forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose.

Like a madman, as gentle as he is here, he will be cruel elsewhere.

He has a habit of pretending to be pitiful and deceptive.

It's obvious that he's benefiting from this, so how can he have the nerve to use such a pitiful voice?

Zhe Sang's brows tightened more and more, and he opened his eyes vaguely, turned his head to the other side, and stayed with him, not looking at him.

The more this happens, the crazier Gu Heng becomes.

He bit her like a mad dog and pounced wherever she tried to hide.

I still have to ask.

Zhe Sang's hands holding the mattress were shaking.

He only paused for a moment, and then became more excited.

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"How was the service?"

he asked hoarsely.

Zhe Sang buried his head in the pillow, not wanting to look at him or speak.

Gu Heng smiled and felt quite proud, "Are you too comfortable to speak?"

Zhe Sang:......

"Go away, I want to go back to the palace." She was holding it in so hard that her whole sore throat seemed to be torn apart. If Gu Heng hadn't been next to her, he wouldn't have been able to hear her.

Gu Heng easily hugged her into his arms and brushed away the hair stuck to her cheeks.

The emotion between his eyebrows has not dissipated, and his moist eyes are glaring and charming.

Gu Heng's throat tightened as he looked at it, and his mouth felt dry.

He put on his clothes and got up and walked to the outer compartment.

When the quilt was opened, the cold air came in. Zhe Sang buried her head in it and smelled the sweet and sticky smell that remained. She poked her head out again and closed her eyes, feeling very tired.

I could faintly hear sounds outside.

Just then she remembered that today was the opening of the Northwest Building, but she and Gu Heng were working here.

What nonsense.

The sound of Gu Heng's footsteps came to his ears, but Zhe Sang ignored it.

"Drink some water before going to sleep. Don't hurt your throat."

Gu Heng sat on the edge of the bed and coaxed, pinching the tip of her nose.

Only then did Zhe Sang open his eyes, wrap himself in the quilt and sit up.

But I saw that he was only carrying the pot and not the cup.

"Where's the cup?"

"I've used the cup before, I'm afraid you might dislike it."

Zhe Sang sneered, now she would not accept his trick.

"what about others?"

Gu Heng, "Can't find it."

They were all supposed to be in the same place, so why couldn't they be found? It was obviously his intention.

"Then how can I drink it?"

Gu Heng smiled at her, took a sip at the spout, and wanted to come over.

Zhe Sang couldn't bear it anymore, slapped his face away, and grabbed the pot to drink.

She raised her neck. The white jade used to be flawless, but now it was full of marks.

She has a strong temper and always likes to make him angry, but her body is extremely delicate.

But just by exerting more force, there were marks on the right shoulder.

Zhe Sang drank enough and put the pot back into his hand. She didn't want to say anything to him, so she wrapped herself in a quilt and prepared to sleep for a while.

Just as his consciousness gradually loosened, a pair of hands traveled to his waist again.

The familiar breath came over me again.

Zhe Sang thought to himself that if he really turned his name every night, he would probably die young even if he became emperor.

　Don't block me, don't block me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)