Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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Maybe it was because of his drunkenness, his palm was so hot that her little hand couldn't help shaking.

Could it be that he has a fever?

Fingers can't help but climb up his forehead.

Hmm, it doesn't look too hot...[

The heart that was raised was put down again.

There was a wry smile in my heart.Laughing at my own nervousness.

He is a demon king, and he is not an ordinary human being. How could he catch a cold or have a fever?

"Yue Wushang, Yue Wushang..."

Qi Luoer called him softly.

Yue Wushang turned over, murmured, and did not open his eyes.

He smelled more alcohol.

If you don't go now, when will you wait? !

Qi Luoer gritted her teeth, quietly turned and walked towards the door.

Just touched the doorknob.

Suddenly, Yue Wushang groaned from behind, and it seemed to fall to the ground with a plop.

Qi Luoer was taken aback, before he could figure out what to do, he had already flew back.

Yue Wushang half-sat on the ground, his star eyes half-closed.

The candlelight in the room was faint, and the swaying halo cast a silhouette on his face, half-bright and half-dark.

Because he was drunk, his lips were as rosy as red, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows were drawn into his temples, like ink stains.

She was still breathtakingly beautiful, but her face seemed to be covered with a faint layer of tiredness.

"Yue Wushang, I want to sleep on the bed, it's too cold underground."

Qi Luoer pushed him slightly.

Yue Wushang didn't open his eyes, and didn't move. [

Qi Luoer sighed helplessly.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her hand, half-supporting, half-embracing and dragging him up.

The familiar breath rushed straight into his nostrils, Qi Luoer was in a trance for a while, and his eyes were hazy for a while.

How long has she been longing for this embrace?

But it turns out that only when he is drunk can he have it again...