Chapter 652 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (71)

Hear the words.

The corners of Fu Yue's lips twitched strangely.

Sexy, so sexy.

Why hadn't she noticed that this man was so naughty before?

"You are presumptuous -"

It took a long time for Fu Yue to hold back these three words.

Wen Xian curled his lips nonchalantly, stretched out his hand to put down the clothes he was holding, lowered his eyelashes, and said: "No matter how outrageous I am, I have done a lot of things. Your Majesty, stop pretending. You are not scary at all with your stern look. "

"On the contrary, it makes me think even more, I will commit the crime below."

When Wen Xian uttered these words from his thin lips, he slightly bent his eyes.

His expression was slightly innocent.

Fu Yue: "???!!!"

What the hell are you talking about?

Isn’t this the world of women?

Why are there such shameless, shameless men?

Fu Yue once doubted life.

Did she come to a fake world of female supremacy?

If the world deceives me——

I still have to face all the storms with a strong smile.

嘤~

The noble and cool Her Majesty the Queen snorted coldly and threatened sinisterly: "Aren't you afraid that I will punish you?"

Wen Xian replied calmly: "For what crime?"

Fu Yue: "..."

Yes, on what charge?

Could it be that I am so embarrassed that I became angry because my little wife tortured me so much that I could not get out of bed?

Her Majesty's face turned green.

This is absolutely impossible!

She glanced at Wenxian pitifully, then picked up the clothes he had just placed beside the bed, and changed into them without hesitating anything.

Wen Damei, who was caught off guard and forced to accept a wave of visual benefits: "!!"

The tips of her fair ears turned slightly red.

The slender jade-like fingers curled up slightly, and then slowly tightened their grip, as if they were suppressing something.

After Fu Yue changed her clothes and got out of bed, she walked past Wen Xian intently, without giving him a look, and her walking posture was slightly unnatural.

"Where is your Majesty going?"

Wen Xian's voice was gentle and magnetic, like the touch of unmelted snow on the branches in early spring, lingering in Fu Yue's ears.

"I'm going to see He Shijun...'s cat."

Under Wen Xian's murderous gaze, Fu Yue changed her subject and her tone gradually weakened.

Wen Xian's sullen face softened slightly, and he walked forward naturally, put his arms around Fu Yue's slender waist, and said, "What's so good about his cat? If Your Majesty likes cats, I have one too." One."

"Let's go see it."

Fu Yue was forcibly taken away by Wen Xian, holding her waist.

"..."

presumptuous!

Do you know that you are my little sweetheart?

What are you doing now?

I want to revive my wife!

Her Majesty the Queen, full of resentment, was dragged away reluctantly.

…

As for He Luo in Guanju Palace on the other side.

He was just sitting in front of the window, wearing only a thin piece of clothing. His face was a bit haggard, and he looked outside with a sad look on his face. He was about to turn into a stone looking at his wife.

The attendant took a coat and put it on He Luo, and whispered softly: "Master has been waiting for His Majesty all night. He has not slept all night, how can his body bear it? You'd better go and have a rest quickly. If Your Majesty knows She will feel distressed..."

He Luo smiled bitterly twice.

Feeling distressed?

Everyone in the harem said that he was extremely favored as soon as he entered the palace, but who knew what the emperor's favor looked like in the eyes of outsiders.

He Luo shook his head at the attendant, then raised his slender arm and turned it over, revealing a bit of bright gonggong sand on it.