Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

He reached out and hugged Ji Rao gently. "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while."

Ji Rao was silent for a while, listening to his tired voice, he finally let some places to the side, "you come up to sleep."

Ji Rong was stunned. His eyes were filled with joy. He nodded and took off his shoes.

Ji Rao turned his back to him. Ji Rong looked at Ji Rao, reached out and took a wisp of Ji Rao's ink hair and gave it a kiss. Then he put his hand around Ji Rao's waist and hugged him. His head was against Ji Rao's back. The tip of his nose was full of pleasant and familiar smell. He closed his eyes and raised his mouth.

It was a long and dead sleep. When he woke up again, there was no one beside him.

Ji Rong opens his eyes and looks at the empty bed. He is sleepy and goes to most of the time. He sits up abruptly and looks around blankly. There is no one.

He reached out and touched the side. It was cold.

His face suddenly sank, abruptly pulled back the curtain of the bed, but it was in line with Ji Rao's line of sight, who heard the voice turning his head and had some doubts.

The gloom on Ji Rong's face faded like a tide.

Ji Rao looked at his face, about also know what he was thinking, he quietly looked at Ji Rong one eye, "you wake up."

"Well." Ji Rong answered a, come down from the bed, toward Ji Rao to walk past.

Ji Rao stood in front of the open window, Ji Rong went to hold people in his arms, "what are you looking at?"

He and I looked out, only to see the next patter of rain, rain hit the puddle, splashing a small piece of rain, dark sky, looks quite depressed.

"There's nothing nice about it. It's cold outside." Then Ji Rong took off his clothes and put them on Ji Rao, "don't stand here, right?"

Ji Rao nodded gently.

Ji Rong closes the window, leads Ji Rao to the desk in front of the bookshelf, points to a pair of ink paintings on the desk and says, "this is your painting."

"Whatever."

The painting is not good-looking. After all, he has never learned it. He just draws a few strokes casually when he is really bored.

Ji Rong seems to like it very much. She looks at it again and again.

"Can you draw me?"

Ji Rao Leng for a moment, "I won't..."

"Nothing." Ji Rong took a piece of rice paper and threw it on the table, "I can draw you."

Ji Rao was stunned, and was drawn by Ji Rong.

Ji Rao just sat on the chair, no extra posture, Ji Rong looked at him seriously, that has always been indifferent eyes with three points of friendship, see Ji Rao can't help but want to dodge.

Ji Rong painted half, Ji Rao's stomach called, Ji Rong some funny looking at Ji Rao, "hungry?"

Ji Rao is not very nice.

"I'll have it passed."

"The painting..." Ji Rao's eyes fell on the ink stained rice paper.

"You can continue painting any time."

After dinner, Ji Rong moved all the memorials to Ji Rao palace. When he looked at Ji Rao, he just laughed, "I'm here to approve the memorials."

Ji Rao didn't say good or bad.

Ji Rao has a side hall here. Sometimes Ji Rong will live in the side hall, so the repair is the same as the main hall. Sometimes when he is in a good mood with Ji Rao, he can still sleep on his bed.

Ji Rao looks at the way Ji Rong corrects the memorials one by one. It's hard just to look at them.

So he doesn't understand why Ji Xiao and Ji Rong are fighting for this position.