100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Rong Xian looked at her blankly.

"Your Majesty..." He moved his lips.

"I won't look for anyone, don't worry about that," Yu Chu said seriously, "but I don't necessarily look for you, because I respect your choice. I'll be happy if you're willing. If you don't, I won't force it."

Mainly because he didn't have the ability to lock Feng Qing up.

Wait for it to be forced.

Yu Chu looked at him with a smile, with unknown thoughts running through his mind, and his smile was very kind.

The young prime minister grabbed her sleeve: "...Is your majesty telling the truth?"

Not true, just temporary. When I have the ability to lock you up, you can't do it if you don't want to.

Yu Chu thought silently, his smile became kinder, and he nodded: "Then do you want to?"

Rong Xian looked at her silently for two seconds, then suddenly let go of the hand holding her sleeve, revealing a small smile.

When he laughed, the arc was always shallow, and it seemed to be pampered. The young man's deep ink eyes twinkled, and he said softly, "Rong Xian has nothing else to ask for."

He smiled slightly, then took a slow step forward, resting his fingers on the table, covering the little emperor in front of the table, staring at her with clear eyes, and his voice was slow:

"Only to satisfy Your Majesty."

"..."

Wait, what's wrong?

Yu Chu leaned his back against the table, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the person. He didn't understand at all, how could he come back to this question in a clear and good confession atmosphere?

She added: "I'm not dissatisfied, what did you misunderstand? We have been in the imperial study for a long time today, so let's leave here first..."

"It's too late, Your Majesty."

The young prime minister murmured softly, lowered his eyes calmly, clasped the girl's hand with his slender fingers, poured the ink from his shoulders, approached with a fragrant breath, and gently covered the other's lips with thin lips, he opened his lips and took a bite.

"Well……"

Yu Chu frowned, but the words between his lips were blocked by the kiss. The boy's fingers slowly moved to her waist, and his fingers lightly unbuttoned the buckle, Yu Chu felt the dragon robe on his body loosened, and it was loosely covering his body.

A pair of slender hands held her waist, the little emperor was gently placed on the table by the prime minister, the boy's kiss went down his neck, Yu Chu's hand rested on his shoulder, his breathing became rapid, and he wanted to cry without tears: "Go. Bedroom?"

Rong Xian raised his eyes quietly.

The snow-white clothes on his body were loose, and the usual strict clothes no longer existed, revealing half of his beautiful collarbone.

"Your Majesty is not afraid. Wei Chen will control it."

"..."

When Yu Chu was undressed, he thought inexorably, that men really can't get used to it.

Be kind to him and start eating and spit out bones? How could he be so good when he was cold to him!

She hissed, "It hurts..."

"Your Majesty forgives your sins." The person who was speaking of forgiveness slowly kissed her collarbone with thin lips, her fingers moved up her waist, Rong Xian's elegant eyes were rare, her clear eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she said blankly: "Your Majesty So soft."

"..." Damn you grandma's legs.

Yu Chu pushed him a few times, Prime Minister Xueyi just smiled lightly, hugged her pantingly, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is patient..."

Pleasure washed over the young man's brain, Rong Xian bit his lips, closed his moon-like eyes slightly, gasped slightly, but his reason was infinitely sinking.

Beneath the drooping eyelashes, there were shimmers in his beautiful eyes, and he slightly raised his thin lips.

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen is pleased with you."