I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 2105 Che Song: Kiss
Manager Feng suppressed a smile.

The delicate color of the crabapple blossom climbed onto Ruoge's face.

It's a pity that people's faces can't be seen clearly at night, otherwise Ruoge would die of embarrassment.

"Your Majesty, the ground is cold, and the servants are afraid of the cold." Ruoge's voice as soft as a winter jasmine brushed his ears.

"I'm afraid of the cold, that won't work, I can't cool my little pigeon." Murong Che tried to get up several times but fell down staggeringly, he hummed decadently: "Headache."

"Is it the place where you knocked just now?" Ruoge asked with concern, and the jade hand covered the back of his head tentatively.

Murong Che gasped in pain, hugged Ruoge coquettishly: "It hurts, rub it, blow it."

"Okay, your majesty, don't move, you can't rub it, the more you rub it, the more it hurts. When your majesty gets up, this servant will help you back and apply ice cubes to it and it won't hurt anymore." Ruoge coaxed him.

"Then whether you will go or not, I will not go either." Murong Che played tricks.

Ruoge glanced at Mr. Feng, who looked at her expectantly, and she responded, "Okay."

Murong Che got up happily and hung on Ruoge's body like a doll without bones: "Go back, go back."

In the dead of night, Murong Che's joyful voice resounded in the Jiuqu corridor: "Little pigeon, kiss me, kiss me."

"Your Majesty, keep your voice down." Ruoge scolded in a low voice.

Although it was night, there were still palace people passing by. If others saw this scene, something earth-shattering would happen tomorrow.

"Just kiss, if you don't kiss, I won't leave." Murong Che recklessly leaned on the rotating pillar of the nine-curved corridor, with his arms crossed and one leg crossed.

"Your Majesty." Ruoge just wanted to get him away, but Ruoge had no choice but to press a kiss on his cool lips.

Satisfied, Murong Che happily hung on Ruoge's body and continued walking.

When he arrived at Qianqing Palace, Ruoge was also paralyzed from exhaustion. Chief Feng brought ice cubes, Ruoge put it on the back of his head, and patted him to sleep: "The emperor sleeps, slaves don't leave, sleep."

"Don't go." He murmured to himself, and fell asleep after muttering for a while.

"Boss Feng, since the emperor has already fallen asleep, the slaves will go back." Ruoge's whole body was sore, and his knees also ached.

"Okay, tomorrow..."

Before Manager Feng could finish speaking, Ruoge cut off the words: "Every time the emperor gets drunk, he will forget what happened the day before, I hope Manager Feng will keep it secret, and if the emperor asks, he will feel that he has done something wrong." It's a dream."

Director Feng pondered for a moment, and said, "I respect Miss Ruoge's choice."

The night was cold and long.

Ruoge is like a ray of lonely soul floating in this palace that does not belong to her

Their flavors of magic flowers are intertwined.

Ruoge raised her fingertips to cover her lips, feeling his warmth and taste...

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The next day.

"Headache..." After a hangover, Murong Che knocked his head, and said in a daze, "Mr. Feng."

"Hey, the old slave is here." Chief Manager Feng came up with a cup of honey tea: "The emperor woke up, drink some honey tea, this honey was obtained from bees by the Xia Palace people, it has been well preserved, sweet and not greasy people."

"Did Ruoge come last night?" Murong Che asked tentatively, he was also a little uncertain.

Manager Feng smiled and said: "No, the emperor fell asleep after drinking too much yesterday."

"Really?" Murong Che was half-believing and suspicious: "Why do I feel that I and Ruoge are doing things."

(End of this chapter)