Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

"what?"

I was startled and looked at him with my eyes wide open, but saw that he lifted his eyelids and looked at me lazily, and saw that I hadn't responded for a long time, and said, "Close the door."

...

Last night, did you want me to stay here, stay in his room, and spend time with him alone, all night?

When I think of it, I just feel that the whole person is a bit flustered, stuttering: "His Royal Highness, slaves-slaves go and call someone for you, Grandpa Liu, I must have arranged-"

"Bold!" He frowned, "Don't dare to disobey what the palace said."

"Don't dare!"

"If you don't dare, then close the door!"

"..."

Knowing that he was angry, I didn't dare to say more. Compared with Yao Yingxue, who often embarrassed me on weekdays, this man was the source of real fear. I can only walk slowly to close the door, and then move to the bed step by step.

Sitting on a small stool by the bed, the sound of unsolicited **** came from the curtain, and I lowered my head.

After he lay down, he calmed down and said again: "Did not stay overnight?"

"Uh?"

"candle."

"Oh."

I hurried to blow out the candlestick on the table, and the whole room was suddenly in darkness.

The darker the person ’s nose becomes, the more sensitive my nose is. I ’m sitting in this room where I ’ve just experienced a entanglement of love / love, and the air is still filled with the scent of joy / love after all, and it ’s constantly in my nose. Diamond; not only the scent of ambiguous / ambiguous, but also the sound of his breathing, but also near the ear ...

My hand on my knee trembled slightly.

I don't know how long after that, Pei Yuanzhang's voice sounded again in the darkness, with a strange husky: "Tea."

Why is he so thirsty and just had a drink?

I hurried up and lit the candlestick beside the bed. The extinguished candlelight shone on the heavy curtain. I saw his figure faintly. His chest was undulating. I quickly looked away and went to the table and fell for him again. A cup of tea, holding it with both hands: "His Royal Highness, please use tea."

The veil was ripped open, one hand stretched out, and suddenly grabbed my wrist!

My hand trembled as if I had been scalded. The tea cup came out of my hand and knocked over the candlestick beside the bed. Clusters of pale blue flames.

"His Royal Highness!" I panicked and panicked, struggling subconsciously, and said, "Your Highness convicts, please let your Highness let go!"

But that hand grabbed me firmly, not relaxed at all, and it became tighter and tighter, and my heart became more and more panicked. When I spoke, my voice was shaking: "His Royal Highness, On fire! On fire— "

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted a lot of force, and I didn't even respond. The whole person was dragged onto the bed by him, turned over, and pressed me underneath.

He leaned down and looked at me. The room was so dim. I opened my eyes in horror, only to see the sweaty half of his silhouette, faintly flaming, his eyes bright like a bloodthirsty beast.

Gently picked the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of evil smile.

"Destroy me first."