Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 936 Blood Expansion
The room was filled with mist, and the emperor was lazily leaning against the pool with long hair like silk. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the side hall.

Qu Changsheng is inside.

He squinted his eyes slightly distressed, as if he was thinking about something, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes: "Come here."

Chang Sheng stood up, "What is the emperor's order?"

"I'm tired, you come to massage."

The voice from inside was laziness, and Qu Changsheng rolled his eyes, "I'm going to ask someone to find a massage therapist for you."

"Do you dare?" There was a trace of sullenness in the voice: "My patience is limited, hurry up."

What, it's just deliberately picking things up.

Chang Sheng held his mouth shut, and reluctantly stepped into the Chenlu Palace.

The scenery that broke into her eyes made her a little dumbfounded.

Ying Chen stood on the edge of the pool, the white silk cloth was loosely tied around his waist, and his strong and perfect figure could be seen at a glance. He lazily rubbed his hair with the silk cloth, and looked at her inadvertently.

This seemingly natural but hidden seductive movement caused Qu Changsheng to frown. He was already hot all over, but now his blood was boiling tight.

If it wasn't for the hidden dislike in Yingchen's eyebrows, she would almost have mistakenly thought that this man was deliberately seducing herself.

Qu Changsheng wiped the sweat off his face and walked over.

Yingchen lay on the bed bent over, with his head resting on his arms, his black hair hanging behind him, like a fine black satin, smooth and shiny.

God has treated this man so kindly, Chang Sheng smacked his tongue in his heart, put his hand on the back of his hand, touched the moisturizing oil next to him, bursts of light fragrance came, and her massage made her mouth dry Dry, did not dare to look at him, only dared to look ahead.

Suddenly, his hand felt a rough and thin mark.

Qu Changsheng lowered his eyes in doubt, only then did he realize that on Yingchen's back, there were lines of ambiguous nail marks, perhaps fierce, that scratched his skin, one by one, all over his body. on the back.

She frowned, her fingertips rested on the scratch, and Ying Chen suddenly opened her eyes.

This scratch—

Before Chang Sheng could think too much, he suddenly grabbed her body forcefully and pushed her down. The weight on her body made her complexion change drastically: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Ying Chen's mouth curled into a smile, and the deep meaning in his eyes shocked her: "You caress me?"

"..." Chang Sheng's face was pale, and he frowned: "I didn't! Isn't this a massage?"

A finger slowly brushed her cheek, gently and slightly itchy: "Is this massage?"

Chang Sheng's eyes turned red immediately: "You, you have a wound on your back."

Ying Chen raised his eyebrows, "What wound?"

"How do I know." Chang Sheng opened his mouth angrily, "Don't you know how you got hurt yourself?"

"I ask you, and you answer honestly." Ying Chen pinched her chin: "What wound?"

"I don't know! Who knows which cat scratched it." Chang Sheng cast aside his eyes fiercely, and opened his jaw: "The emperor is quite fierce, maybe it's night and night singing?"

"I've thought about it." Ying Chen raised his eyebrows, propped himself up, and gently tapped her forehead: "It's a pity that it's only one night."

Chang Sheng was taken aback for a moment, his face suddenly changed: "You—"

Was the dream she had last night real?

Ying Chen raised his eyebrows, smiled ambiguously, sat up from her body, gathered his clothes loosely around his body, and said, "Get off."

Chang Sheng suddenly sat up from the bed: "Did you last night—"

"What?" He looked at her innocently, without a trace of lust in his eyes: "Last night, what happened?"

Chang Sheng took a light breath: "It's nothing."

Not sure where he got it from.

(End of this chapter)