Chapter 229: Your Majesty, please respect yourself (34)

Fu Yue turned her head, her slender fingers covered the door.
The door has not been opened yet.
Her waist was buckled, she was forced to turn around, her back pressed against the door of the palace, and the emperor's red lips were covered.
One after another.
Distracted kiss.
...
Fu Yue raised her hand to push him, her dark eyes filled with a mist, her blushing lips opened, "Don't, I haven't drunk the wine yet..."
Heard this.
Yan Qi stopped his movements. The ink storm condensed in the narrow peach blossom eyes gradually subsided, and the curled eyelashes trembled twice, concealing the restlessness in his eyes.
"Drink, naturally drink."
He raised his hand, hugged Fu Yue around his waist, and walked steadily towards the bed.
Putting the woman in her arms on the soft bed, Yan Qi turned around and took two cups of Hebo wine, and she pinched the cup with her white fingertips.
Passed towards Fu Yue.
She opened her clear eyes, then raised her hand to take the glass of wine.
The sleeves are intertwined.
After drinking this glass of wine, Yan Qi threw the glass directly on the ground.
The sound of breaking sounded.
Snow-white fingertips brushed the woman's slender waist, fingers flexibly unbuttoned.
Emperor Ying's red lips fell.
Between the lips and teeth, the intertwined breath was clean and clear with a hint of wine.
...
Lingering overnight.
The corners of the woman's red eyes and the low sobs could not stop for a long time.
An overwhelming sense of suffocation.
Bashing.
A white wrist stretched out from under the thin quilt, weakly hanging down.
...
Early the next morning.
Fu Yue was still asleep deeply, her long crow-blue hair hanging behind her head, lining her pale face, more thin and delicate.
She didn't sleep well.
Frowned.
Then a slender hand gently stroked her eyebrow.
Fu Yue hid aside unconsciously.
Muttered: "Don't make trouble, I want to sleep..."
Opening her eyes in a daze, she saw the beauty sitting in front of the bed.
He was still wearing the red shirt of yesterday, with soft black hair hanging down, a few strands fell on his forehead, covering half of his face, and the curve of his side face was extremely stunning.
The bridge of the nose is tall and straight, and the pale red and thin lips are slightly curved. Of course, the most beautiful are those breezy and bright eyes.
There was a bit of indifference and compassion inside, but there was a bit of indifference to the common people.
The sunlight coming in from outside was not dazzling, but a little pale.
Against the light.
The beauty is almost invisible.
This was the first time Fu Yue saw Yan Qi with her hair in her hair.
Not feminine, but beautiful but almost sharp.
As long as you look at him, you can understand that there is always a world of beauty that cannot be portrayed by the ink painting.
Fu Yue blinked and her mind became clear. She sat up slowly, raised her hand subconsciously, and put her arms around the neck of the person in front of her.
Hold it softly.
"...Why did you get up so early?"
Her voice was lazy when she first awakened, a bit hoarse, and a little bit coquettish.
The beauty of Zhilan Yushu replied softly: "If I can't sleep, I wake up."
As he said, he slightly raised his hand and gathered the soft blue silk for Fu Yue.
The tone was flat and quiet.
Listening can make people calm down.
Why is Xiao Tiantian suddenly so gentle, making her a little uncomfortable for a while.
Fu Yue blinked, raised her eyes to look at Yan Qi, then lifted her lips, and kissed the beauty's white cheek very lightly.
Muttered: "How are you weird today..."
Yan Qi's eyes trembled, Ying Hong's lips pressed slightly.
It really feels wrong.
Fu Yue raised his hand and pushed the opponent away, her dark eyes slowly condensed like ice and snow.
The palm flies.
A dagger that didn't know where it came from was pinched in a woman's slender, white hand.
The sharp blade touched the man's white neck.
"who are you?"
Fu Yue's voice was a bit vicious in his softness.