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Chapter 539 The Sick Male Protagonist Who Loves Contradicting His Master (111)

The huge Youzhu Palace is several times larger than the Guanghan Palace where the wine maker walked, but he didn't meet anyone along the way.

Thinking of Shen Xinghe living in such a place, alone, for several years, I feel sorry for him.

The wine secretary chose a room at random, performed a cleansing technique, and then sat down feeling exhausted.

A series of events disrupted all her plans.

She originally planned to accompany Zai Zai to play around when his body was almost ready, and then to see if there was any place he particularly liked, so she could go with him.

She will protect him so that he can live as an ordinary human being.

Si Jiu had a premonition about her physical condition, even if she was with him, she would not be able to accompany him to the end, but this time, she planned to bid him a good farewell.

Unexpectedly, the original version of Shen Xinghe would come to make trouble.

Si Jiu leaned lazily on the soft chair, propped his chin, frowned and worried.

At this time, she heard a little noise outside, and when she raised her eyes again, the original version of Shen Xinghe was already standing in front of her.

He changed out of his blood-stained white clothes and wore black ones. His blood-colored eyes were looking at Si Jiu unblinkingly.

"Master, let me give you medicine."

Si Jiu gave an inexplicable "Hmm", his slender fingers had already stretched out, and lifted her chin lightly, his handsome face suddenly approached, so close that we could smell each other's breaths, and he could kiss her with just a little more up.

"Just apply the medicine, it's so necessary..." Near! ! !

There was only a burst of dampness and heat on the small cut on the cheek that was cut by Zhuhua's residual sword energy before...

He even licked her wound.

"This seat should draw him more focus."

Dijun looked at the scar on her tender face, his eyes flickered faintly, and he wanted to move closer after speaking.

Si Jiu pressed against his chest, "This is what you call... taking medicine?"

Dijun held her knee and smiled lowly, "No, I was just coaxing you just now."

Secretary of Wine: "..."

He leaned down little by little, and the wine secretary couldn't hold him back at all.

"Now is the real... medication."

There was a faint smell of medicinal herbs in his nose, and his fingertips wiped the wound on her cheek lightly, there was a trace of coolness on the wound, and then there was no more feeling.

Si Jiu was stunned, this was really medicine for her.

The emperor stopped at her nose-to-nose position, and seeing her stunned look, he couldn't help curling his lips, and lightly touched the tip of her nose with his nose, "Master, it looks like he's a little disappointed."

Si Jiu felt his face blushing, "What are you talking about. Don't make it... itchy."

The tip of his nose was itchy from his touch, and his predatory and seductive gaze was too oppressive, Si Jiu felt that he couldn't bear it.

"Master, what did you think I was going to do to you?"

He leaned down again, his lips and hers were close enough to touch each other.

"You get up...um."

"Is that so? Master wants it." He licked her lips again, "Is it like this?"

Secretary of Wine: "..."

His eyes became darker and darker, he suddenly picked up Si Jiu, strode towards the bed, and said, "Master, can you make up for what you didn't finish last time?"

"What bullshit are you talking about... um."

"Master's mouth is not for speaking now."

Secretary Jiu: "..." Then why are you still asking me?

His hot palms grasped her waist, and in an instant his fingers slid onto her girdle again.

Sijiu's heart is at war with heaven and man, should she call it a stop, or continue?
With a light flick of her slender and beautiful fingers, her girdle has been lifted open.

She saw the corners of the young man's pretty lips slightly raised, showing a seductive arc, and her voice was low and hoarse, "Master didn't reject me..."

Si Jiu's eyelashes trembled, and he responded in a low voice, "Because, you are Xinghe."

Shen Xinghe paused, and immediately two clusters of fire seemed to ignite in his eyes.

"Master, I..."

bang, bang, bang...

The speech was interrupted by this slightly rough knock (smashing) on ​​the door.

"Master, it's me. May I come in?"

As he was talking about whether he could come in, he heard the sound of the door being pushed.

Si Jiu didn't know why he panicked, and then used his own strange strength to lift the emperor who was pressing on him into the big bed, "It's Xing'er, don't make a sound."

Before Dijun could say anything, he was covered tightly by a thick quilt.

Dijun: "..."

　Dijun's Diary: Good things are always interrupted! ! ! !

　　Thank you Susu, Long Miaomiao, Guang's monthly ticket, thank you Susuke for your lovely lollipop, thank you for your subscription and recommendation tickets, I will continue to work hard.

　　Today is a normal day, but I love you all the same.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)