Chapter 330: 朕 将 将 将 33 33

Snowy skin, black eyelashes, transparent tears.
Under the light, falling in the eyes of Ling Xiao, this person is more confusing than the gossip that can enchant the world at a glance.
What he wants to do at the moment is to walk over, bend over, kiss the eyes of a squat, taste the tears, and even want to explore the white coat and peep into it...
Realize how committed and perverted your thoughts are.
Ling Xiao tightly bite his teeth, and even the tip of his tongue has tasted blood.
He stared at Azhao with a double eye and his voice was low: "The time is not early, let's rest early."
Azhao nodded slowly.
She slowly got up and the Purple Temple began to get busy again.
When Ling Xiao waited for A Zhao’s figure to leave, he spit out a sigh of relief and took the tea at hand and drank it.
God knows, how much self-control he has spent, can hold back, sitting here motionless.
Late at night.
A Zhao spirit is not very good, and I fell asleep early.
She didn't like to sleep when there were too many people to guard. I didn't want to wait for a waiter. Under the insistence of Yuhu, there were two Yuhu and Yuxi in the inner temple. Stand by in the outer hall.
In the middle of the night, it was a little difficult. Yuhu yawned and let himself lean against the wall.
A breeze passed.
A soft force hit the two.
Yuhu Yuxi closed his eyes and slept on the pillars.
A tall figure appeared at the entrance to the inner hall.
He stepped closer to the dragon bed.
Azhao doesn't like the darkness, so there is always a candle in the inner hall. There are layers of yarn on the left and right to block the light, which will not affect her rest.
Because of this, at this moment, Ling Xiao can also see the slumbering figure on the dragon bed through the layers of curtains.
Azhao is in a good dream, and he only feels that he is being crushed by something.
Not very heavy, but it is always a little uncomfortable.
She subconsciously snorted and reached out to push.
The rebellious hands were held in a soft force.
What warmth is on the neck side.
It is a very familiar feeling, A Zhao's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and muttered something in his mouth, no matter what.
Ling Xiao stared at the little emperor who was shrouded under his body. This low alertness made him happy and worried.
But this idea disappeared after I saw Azhao for a second.
Because all his mind is attracted to this person.
Under the unguarded squat, holding the quilt to sleep, look smaller.
His lips twitched slightly and looked calm, thinking that he was sleeping very well.
For Azhao, the familiar feeling is coming again.
She only felt a gentle wind, starting from her forehead, all the way down, nose, cheeks, lips staying extra long, slowly going down to the chin, then to the neck.
With the heat of the wind blowing into the neck is a little itchy, she subconsciously shivered, and her mouth was dissatisfied with a few words that people could not understand.
The wind stopped between the necks and did not go down.
Familiar and trustworthy atmosphere wrapped her, or did a dream, A Zhao lips squint a little pleasant smile.
A good night's sleep.
When Yuxi waited for her to change clothes, she suddenly had a strange "squeaky" sound.
How is your lips squatting, redder than in the past?
Azhao heard the words and said: "It may be getting angry."