Chapter 218 Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself (23)

Mandarin ducks cross their necks, and people's shadows are entangled.

This is like a spring/palace/picture.

The emperor's white jade-like ear tips slowly turned red, he immediately threw out the drawing book in his hand, and stood up all at once.

It was like getting an electric shock.

Fu Yue on the side was taken aback, she looked at Yan Qi inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Qi's eyelids twitched, he hesitated for a while, and then hesitantly asked: "Yu'er, how do you read this kind of book?"

Fu Yue: "???"

She bent down to pick up the picture book, just glanced at it, the corners of her light lips twitched: "..."

It seems that her mother secretly stuffed it for her.

I didn't notice it before.

Now, it's a little awkward.

The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could almost be heard.

But seeing that Yan Qi was even more shy than her, Fu Yue suddenly stopped being embarrassed.

She wanted to tease Britney Spears.

"Your Majesty Emperor Yan, don't tell me that you haven't learned anything yet?"

Fu Yue blinked at him, her usually pale eyebrows and eyes showed some vividness.

Yan Qi: "..."

He put his hand against his lips and coughed lightly, "I keep myself clean."

The tips of the white ears are red.

Fu Yue burst out laughing, then stuffed the drawing book over there into Yan Qi's arms, stepped on his foot and patted his shoulder, "You take it back to study, if... it will be embarrassing."

The face of the extremely beautiful emperor turned black.

He pulled the corners of his lips, and smiled at Fu Yue: "Does Yu'er want to try it, but I don't really mind."

Fu Yue slightly bent her cold black eyes, and then reached out to untie her belt. Her movements were slow, and then she opened her lips lightly: "What a coincidence, I don't mind, my lord."

Yan Qi: "..."

He was just talking.

Fu Yue quickly took off his outer robe, and only wore a snow-white jacket. His crow-blue hair hung down, soft and of excellent quality.

Black hair, snow skin.

His brows are gentle and pale.

Stunned so that people couldn't move their eyes, Yan Qi stared at her quietly, the delicate Adam's apple on his neck rolled slightly.

He looked away with difficulty.

"Yu'er, don't make trouble."

Fu Yue walked up to him slowly, raised her pale and soft hand, and gently stroked Yan Qi's cheek, "Why am I messing around?"

...

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A clear male voice sounded.

"Wen Yu, are you there?"

It was Yan Ci's voice.

Immediately, both Yan Qi and Fu Yue froze in place, their eyes widened and their eyes widened, but they didn't make a sound.

The voice from outside sounded again, "Are you inside, I... have something to ask you, is that okay?"

Fu Yue: "..."

Yan Qi, on the other hand, stared straight at her, his delicate eyes were somewhat sad.

He whispered, "You let him go."

See you in the early morning, PK should kneel down, hell, I still ask for a wave of votes