The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

Chapter 288: The Queen's Doting Husband (15)

Su Xian's face was pressed against her body, and he asked, "Your Highness, is it okay?"

Forcibly suppressing it will only make this charming thought like a branch that has taken root, grow wantonly and entwine wildly, disturbing his life.

The delicate and beautiful young man was at a loss for what to do with his eyes, so she nodded in confusion.

Shi You always thought that she was the mighty and domineering side, so she took the initiative.

The tip of his nose was against his nose, and his lips were pressed together.

Su Xian's eyes widened instantly, her slender eyelashes couldn't help trembling slightly, and the tip of her nose was filled with a girl's cold fragrance.

Shi You frowned, and suddenly said, "Do you despise me?"

"Well... no."

Feeling the girl's momentary disappointment, Su Xian coaxed her softly: "Your Highness... you have done a good job, let me serve you next..."

Su Xian reached out and tore off the headband that bound her hair, and the long black hair spread out in an instant, spreading it on the mandarin duck cover pillow, tightly encircling her with her strong arms, and gently holding her cheek with one hand.

Like a treasure, they kissed pitifully.

It's like a thirsty person finally sees the sweet spring.

He didn't dare to drink too hastily, for fear that this was just an illusion.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted, it seemed that there was such a long night, and it was like a moment of lightning and flint, Su Xian finally stopped his plundering.

In the not-so-bright light, he saw Shiyou in his arms. The girl's fair little face was flushed slightly, her eyes were sparkling, and her apricot eyes were full of spring water, clear and rippling. people's hearts.

Every breath, every breath carries his breath.

Su Xian suddenly had an impulse, as if she wanted to cover up something, she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

His voice was a little hoarse, like a weed floating on the water: "Your Highness, don't look at me like that."

His Adam's apple rolled, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Otherwise, he can't help it.

"Husband, I've been grading papers for a whole day, and I'm so tired, can I go to bed earlier..." Shiyou begged with an unknowing coquetry.

"What do you call me?"

"Husband..."

After a lot of fuss, Shiyou lay on the bed exhausted.

Su Xian wiped her body with hot water, and hugged her into her arms, "Tired?"

Shiyou nodded wearily.

"Then let's sleep together."

The night was getting dark.

Su Xian hugged his exhausted little girl in his arms and went to sleep together.

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Yaohua Palace.

Yan Qingqing didn't fall asleep all night.

She was lying on her exquisitely furnished bed surrounded by aromas, but her eyes were always open, and through the dim light, she laboriously counted the stripes on the bed curtain above her head.

The night watchman held a dimly lit lamp and came in lightly, intending to cover the master with a quilt and turn off another lamp.

But before she had time to lift the bed curtain, she was startled by Yan Qing's quiet voice: "... Is there any news from Lord Sikong?"

The palace man was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little embarrassed: "If you go back to His Highness, there is no..."

"Master Sikong has someone watching over there, and we will pass it on to you as soon as there is any news!"

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next morning.

Shiyou was sleeping soundly, and was slapped on the face in a ignorant manner, and pinched the tip of her ear gently.

She slapped the troubled hand away, unwilling to wake up in a light dream.

She turned over halfway, feeling in a daze as if someone was sitting next to her, blocking the light for her, allowing the morning sun to pass by gently, without disturbing her.

At this time, Su Xian, who was sitting by the bed, looked gently at his left hand.

He stretched out his hand to caress the faint mark, his brows were gentle.

He has left many scars on his body, but this one is his favorite.