The palace seemed to be very close, and He Mingqiu felt that he lay on Wen Yizhu's back for a while. Not long after, the scenes of opening his eyes changed.

“Have you arrived?”

Wen Yizhu was carefully pulling the clothes that were sunken into the flesh on her chest. When she heard the boy's voice, her arms trembled, and just pulled the flesh and blood. Large pieces of bright red blood dripped from her fingers.

He took a breath, his voice trembling slightly, "I just arrived not long after I came in from a hidden location, and was not noticed by the palace servants."

"Brother Emperor, your injury is so serious. Qiuqiu feels sorry for you, Qiuqiu."

The boy jumped down from the dragon bed, not knowing that his clothes were loose, so he just exposed it... and rushed towards Wen Yizhu.

Wen Yizhu's breathing worsened a little, and the pain caused by tearing the wound became much less severe.

He carefully put his arms around the boy's gentle waist, "Qiu...Qiuqiu?"

"Well, this is my name. The emperor brother can call me Qiu, or Qiu Qiu..."

The boy carefully avoided Wen Yizhu's chest, lowered his head, and blew gently on the hideous wound.

I don’t know if it was Wen Yizhu’s illusion, but the moist breath sprayed on his chest, and the accompanying feeling was actually clear and cool, suppressing the pain like a heart-cutting.

"Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu..."

Wen Yizhu half-closed her eyes, gently calling these two words, and whispered repeatedly between her lips and teeth.

It was not until the wound stopped hurting again that he woke up like a big dream, "Wen Yizhu and Qiuqiu can be called "no matter how you call it Wen Yizhu."

"Yizhu, Brother Zhu, Qiuqiu likes you so much and wants to eat you bite by bit."

The fox-eared boy has a stunning and delicate face, his small face is filled with beautiful incest, his seductive eyes are flowing in a slight curve, and his beautiful lips are bent in a small curve.

He leaned against the man standing stupidly, very close.

Wen Yizhu's throat rolled slightly, and Qingjun's face was also full of dryness.

He was reluctant to push the boy away, so he indulged in the boy's sticky behavior.

Until the boy's soft and sweet kiss fell on his lips, destroying all his reason at once.

"Brother Zhu is too seriously injured. There is no way to treat it simply. Similarly, my injuries cannot be treated with mortal medicine, so..."

"So what?" Wen Yizhu took a heavy breath, his voice hoarse.

"so……"

"Get, double, cultivate." The fox-eared boy took two steps back, raised his eyebrows and gestured with his hands with a bad gesture.

He looked at Wen Yizhu, who was uninformed, and his mouth was dry and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Qiuqiu, you are still young, are there any other ways to solve it..." As soon as he said halfway, his lips were bound by the young man's green onion fingertips.

"Then, probably... Brother Zhu has to watch me pass away with his own eyes..."

The fox-eared boy bit his lip and looked at him with disappointment.

"I know that the identity of a monster cannot be put on the table, so I will not make things difficult for Brother Zhu."

"It's just a pity that I've wasted the rare Zhuguo in a century. I've known it, I'll stop eating it, wuwu..."

The sad words were moving, and Wen Yizhu felt that her heart was held tightly by a big hand and could not breathe.

"Qiuqiu, you are very good. I don't want to do so. I'm afraid that your body will not be able to bear it. I have no intention of disgusting you. Don't get me wrong or not, don't cry, don't cry."

The man was in an anxious state and explained in a panic, without caring about the fine sweat beads oozing out of his forehead, which wet his eye feathers and blurred his vision in front of him.
Chapter completed!