"38, can you tell me when you want to teleport next time? I still have some unfinished business!"
38 looked aggrieved: [Sorry, Xiaoyu, I don’t know. 】
Sang Yu looked at the strange scenery in front of her and thought of her husband who was left in the cold palace and had not yet grown up. She was so angry that her heart ached.
After Sang Yu disappeared, Chu Youning had already noticed it. When he opened his eyes and saw a burst of white light in front of him, he thought he was having a dream.
But when the light disappeared and he looked at his empty arms, at that moment, all the heartache came to his heart.
"Mother...mother——"
No one responded, only the cold wind blew open the door, blowing loneliness and despair into every inch of the night.
Chu Youning's stretched out hand only caught a burst of nothingness.
In a daze, everything was running desperately and vigorously.
The girl's figure and smile gradually faded away.
Chu Youning stood blankly in the open space, looking at the dark night in front of him with an unfocused face.
For some reason, he suddenly felt his heart hurt, as if something had been forgotten by him.
But he didn't know what he had lost, just like he didn't know why he felt so cold on a June night.
Tears fell without warning.
My heart seemed to be breaking in pain.
Until that girl broke into his sight.
"Brother, why are you crying?"
The girl in red walked up to him and stared at him curiously.
He raised his eyelashes and saw her clearly.
The gradually fading red figure suddenly appeared in my memory, and the blank space in my mind seemed to disappear, and everything was strangely stitched together.
*
When Sang Yu woke up again, she felt a sharp pain in her waist. Before she could react, her hand subconsciously turned.
There was a bang, and then Sang Yu heard a cry of surprise.
"Your Majesty!"
Sang Yu's vision gradually became clearer.
In front of you is a huge, antique palace, with an aura of luxury everywhere.
Not far away, the man who was knocked down by her elbow was sitting on the ground, looking at her with a livid face.
The man's facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional, his eyebrows are slightly raised and a bit sharp, his thin lips are lightly pinked, and they are pursed in an indifferent arc.
No matter if it's cold or not, that's all.
Sang Yu expressed that she wanted to have sex: (ᵒ̴̶̷̤໐ᵒ̴̶̷̤)
38: Its mother tongue is speechless.
In addition to Chu Yuan, the housekeeper beside him who helped him also stared at Sang Yu fiercely.
"How dare you push the prince!"
Tsk, if he hadn't pinched her waist just now, how could she have pushed him.
Sang Yu, who had adapted to her status, already understood why Chu Yuan pinched her waist just now.
Because she said something.
"Can Xiaoyu serve the prince tonight?"
How could Chu Yuan, who only flirted with the original owner and was loyal to the heroine, agree to this.
At the moment, Sang Yu looked at this somewhat embarrassing scene, bit her lip and smiled shyly, "I'm sorry, my lord, Xiaoyu didn't mean it, it's just that you touched Xiaoyu's itchy flesh, so Xiaoyu subconsciously pushed it gently. Give you a try..."
Chu Yuan obviously felt a dull pain in his body:?
She calls this a nudge?
Chu Yuan already knew that her purpose in staying with him was impure, and now he could just take this opportunity to kill her...
But at this moment, the girl suddenly reached out and took his arm.
Her cat-like soft body leaned over and her bright red lips smiled coquettishly: "Your Highness, are you hurt from the fall? Xiaoyu will help you rub it."
Her voice is melodious, soft and lingering, with endless lingering feelings.
The hands that were good at rubbing his arms were as white as jade, and their strength was gentle, but they couldn't be ignored.
"My lord, do you like this strength?"
