"Tear--" Qi Xuanzuo's hand tore open her clothes again. The clothes that were not much in the first place were almost naked now.
His eyes were focused in one place, and something unknown flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be painful and entangled.
His hand slowly touched the... crescent-shaped bump on his chest.
"No change..."
"You are Princess Beiyue, and you are that person's favorite daughter. You actually said you would help me conquer Northern Xinjiang? How ridiculous."
This man could change his face faster than he could turn the pages of a book, and Jiang Yuan was not going to argue with him.
Pulling the quilt to cover his body, he said, "I'm just me."
"I'm very curious...what exactly made you like this." Qi Xuanzuo didn't give an answer, but lay down and closed his eyes.
Jiang Yuan was not in a hurry, rolled her eyes, and closed her eyes.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt that the people around her were shaking violently and talking in sleep, and Jiang Yuan was inevitably woken up.
Qi Xuanzuo huddled up, his face was wrinkled ferociously, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was muttering something in a low voice.
Jiang Yuan thought it was a bit funny, but she didn't expect that the unfathomable emperor also had such a side.
In this case, in order to sleep peacefully, she decided to sleep on a soft couch to avoid being kicked out of bed by the emperor.
I stood up holding the quilt, got out of bed and took a step, when my wrist was grabbed.
"Bei Yue...don't go..."
Jiang Yuan looked at him in surprise. At that moment, she thought he was awake, but he was still addicted to the nightmare.
Originally I was just a little bit curious, but now, maybe it's late at night, my curiosity is growing like crazy and I can't stop it.
What kind of past does Bei Yue and Qi Xuanzuo have?
Is the person who can make the emperor love and hate him really the former Bei Yue?
But since we are together, why do we let Bei Yue be bullied?
Jiang Yuan shook her head, deciding to take a nap first and understand the situation later.
But before he could take the second step, he was pulled backwards and hugged tightly.
Qi Xuanzuo's body returned to that cold touch, and Jiang Yuan felt like he was holding a large ball of ice. No matter how calm he was, he frowned.