Chapter 1415 The Emperor Is Sick Again [11]

He Ziyu was stunned, he paused slightly, and looked up at the people around him.

His back was patted lightly. The other person seemed to be still sleeping, with his eyes still closed, but he still gently coaxed him gently: "Hey, sleep, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

After muttering a few words in a low voice, the restless gloom in He Ziyu's heart really calmed down slowly.

He slowly closed his eyes in silence and fell asleep.

It was the first time that I felt so at ease and slept so peacefully.

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It was a good night's dream, the morning sun was much milder, it seemed to know the warmth in the room, even the jumping of the sun was so tender and tender.

The sun was shining on the young man's face, his eyes were a little dazzling, he frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The glare of the sun hit, He Zi subconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly.

His body was extremely lazy, this was the first time that He Ziyu slept so peacefully in so many years.

I feel very satisfied mentally and physically at this moment.

He moved his body lazily, raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, but the next moment he was stunned.

He Ziyu looked at his hands in a daze. They were slender and fair, with calluses on their tiger's mouth, which were the marks left by years of martial arts practice.

It was completely different from the hands he saw yesterday.

He was still a little dazed, but the next second he felt a petite body piercing his chest.

Hezi lowered his eyes and looked over.

The girl in her arms was petite, and the white tunic she was wearing had already been loosened due to her dishonest sleeping position. Looking at the white spring light leaking from the girl's neckline, He Ziyu narrowed his long and narrow peach eyes, and slowly looked away.

"Well--"

The person in his arms groaned softly, and he felt the clothes on his chest being tightly held by the other person's little hands.

The girl's cheek was pressed against his chest, looking pouty.

He Zi looked at her face quietly, stretched out his hand after a while, and brushed the strand of hair beside her cheek with his fingertips.

The young man's slender fingertips were carelessly entwining the strand of hair. He looked down at her and murmured softly, "It's pretty cute when you're asleep."

After waking up, she bluffed, knowing that she was taking advantage of him, how frivolous she looked like a woman.

But both are actually cute.

As soon as this thought came to He Ziyu's mind, he was stunned.

He Zi wanted to stop the hand that wrapped Shen Wanqing's shattered hair with his fingertips, and he couldn't believe it in his dark pupils.

How could he think that way?

He was a little flustered, and the fingers that were originally entwined with the broken hair were avoided and quickly retracted, and even the gaze did not dare to fall on Shen Wanqing again.

He Zi looked at the girl's sleeping face with complicated eyes, thinking about what happened yesterday, his eyes dimmed involuntarily.

What happened yesterday was too strange, and when I woke up, I changed back to the original appearance, as if everything yesterday was a dream.

But the person who fell asleep next to him was clearly telling him that everything that happened yesterday was true.

Hezi lowered his brows and eyes, his long eyelashes covered his dark pupils, which contained complex emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man seemed to take a deep breath, gently.

He slowly raised his long eyelashes, those voluptuous peach blossom eyes were icy cold, and the tear mole at the end of his eyes became more affectionate.

He Zi wanted to raise his hand, but his cold hand fell mercilessly on the girl's snow-white neck.