Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 82 Xiaoming plays Zuo Yu

The originally thin and light-colored lips turned crimson after being pressed so tightly.

Yuan Xiaoming was already distracted, but now he couldn't help himself when he saw this.

But after all, he is his own husband, so to do this kind of thing in broad daylight, in public, seems frivolous and disrespectful. If others dare not speak about him, those rumors will definitely go to Zuo Yu.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xiaoming withdrew his hand and said in a low voice, "Close the window in a while."

Zuo Yu: "Huh?"

He blinked, apparently not reacting, but he still listened to what Yuan Xiaoming said.

When Yuan Xiaoming backed away from the window, Zuo Yu immediately closed the window.

Just as this side was closed, there were footsteps over there, and Yuan Xiaoming came in from the door.

Zuo Yu turned his head and put the things in his hands on the small table on the side, covered them with other things, and after confirming that they were out of sight, he got up and greeted them.

Yuan Xiaoming came in wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with a shining golden crown on his head.

Zuo Yu couldn't help taking a few more glances, this man really looked good no matter what.

Just as he stepped forward to salute, Yuan Xiaoming held his arm and said softly: "You and I are alone, why do we need so much red tape?"

Zuo Yu smiled lightly: "Courtesy cannot be discarded."

Yuan Xiaoming pulled his wrist, then slid down, and directly held his hand, "Etiquette is determined by people, but I have the final say on whether or not to abolish it."

This is really childish, but she said it seriously.

Zuo Yu looked at her with a doting smile, "Yes, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so naturally you can say anything."

Yuan Xiaoming squeezed his palm: "It's not too bad. Come—"

She took Zuo Yu's hand and pulled him to sit on her lap.

Zuo Yu was caught off guard and was taken aback. He couldn't stand still, and threw himself straight at Yuan Xiaoming.

"His Majesty--"

Yuan Xiaoming didn't hide, and even lay back evil-heartedly, holding Zuo Yu's hand without letting go, Zuo Yu had no choice but to lie on Yuan Xiaoming's body.

Yuan Xiaoming narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the weight and temperature coming from his body, with a triumphant smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand and pinched Zuo Yu's waist like a hooligan, "Why do you feel thinner again? It doesn't look so light, does it?"

Zuo Yu's face turned red with embarrassment, and she covered Yuan Xiaoming's mouth with her hand embarrassingly: "Xiaoming!"

Anxious and annoyed, he couldn't care less about dignity, so he blurted out Yuan Xiaoming's name.

But as soon as the words came out, both of them were stunned.

Zuo Yu lowered his eyes, and said nervously, "It's the subject who overstepped the bounds. Your Majesty forgives me."

As he spoke, he turned over and sat up.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xiaoming grabbed his belt with quick eyes and hands, put one hand around his waist, and with a strong hand, Zuo Yu felt that everything in front of him was turned upside down.

Taking a closer look, Yuan Xiaoming was already on top of him.

This pose made him more nervous than the previous ones.

Yuan Xiaoming has a faint scent of incense, which is very clear and pleasant to smell. Zuo Yu can often smell it on her body, but it has never been so strong.

If the smell that belonged exclusively to Yuan Xiaoming had any substance, it would surround him in every pervasive way, with nowhere to escape.

He was panting slightly, Yuan Xiaoming chuckled, raised his chin again, and kissed him directly, between lips and teeth, he heard Yuan Xiaoming's deep and slightly hoarse voice rang in his ears, "I like it You call me by my name, don't call me Your Majesty anymore, it's cold."

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