The doctor came soon.
But after the diagnosis, the imperial doctor shook his head helplessly.
"The Emperor has been hit by an extremely strong love medicine. There is no antidote, only..."
Sang Yu understood what he meant. He asked him to step down and stood alone in front of the couch. He looked at Sang Yu who was breathing messily. He was silent for a long time and said, "Your Majesty, do you need me to call Mu Huai over?"
His voice was very light, as if he didn't care who she was with.
Sang Yu said "Ah" and was stunned for a moment, then reacted belatedly.
"No, I can bear it." She shook her head, "Uncle, just stay with me."
"Okay." Sang Yu's eyebrows finally opened, and his thin lips parted in a vague arc.
"Uncle Emperor, are you smiling?" Sang Yu tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked at him in surprise, "You look so pretty when you smile."
She subconsciously raised her hand and poked his face.
Looking at him stupidly: "Can you smile again?"
The distance between the two of them was too close, and the place where she poked her felt faintly hot. Sang Yu stepped back uncomfortably. The curve of his lips was straightened, showing no expression, and he did not look at Sang Yu.
"The ice is gone. I'll help you get it."
"Uncle, don't leave." The girl suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed him down unprepared.
"Uncle, your lips are so soft..."
There was a touch of warmth on his lips, and the girl's fair and slender fingers rubbed him gently.
"His Majesty……"
Sang Yu's heart trembled, and the usual coldness in his eyes disappeared. At this moment, his emotions were surging, complicated and difficult to distinguish.
"Uncle." The girl stared straight at him with her peach blossom eyes, which were filled with his reflection, "Can I kiss you, just once?"
Her hands rested on his chest.
The two of them were close at hand.
Sang Yu could even feel the hot body temperature on her body, and could see her looming collarbone, delicate neck, round jaw, and bright red lips, which were soft and seductive, with a fatal danger.
Sang Yu's eyes were dark and deep, and he was the first to look away when they looked at each other, speaking in a low voice.
"Get off and drive."
The light and shadow were dim, covering his crimson earlobes.
Sang Yu blinked and looked at him for a while, then seemed to finally react and quickly let him go.
She got up and walked around the bedroom a few times, as if she was looking for something. Finally, she untied her girdle and handed it to him: "Uncle, please tie me up quickly. I can't stand it anymore. I Afraid... I'm afraid I can't control myself and hurt you..."
Sang Yu looked at the girdle she handed over and his expression became silent.
Seeing that he didn't take it, Sang Yu suddenly pulled out the hairpin that bound her hair and stabbed it hard on her arm.
"Hmm~"
The bright red blood stained his clothes.
The girl's body slipped down.
Sang Yu stepped forward and held the girl's waist.
Sang Yu gasped lightly, pushing towards him with her weak hands, her voice was hoarse and weak: "Uncle Huang, please leave quickly..."
Sang Yu looked at the girl who was clearly feeling extremely uncomfortable, but still wanted to let him leave.
The robe on her body was already loose and baggy, her long hair hung down like a waterfall, her peach blossom eyes were covered with moisture, and her cheeks were crimson and as bright as clouds.
She didn't know how beautiful she was at this moment.
That kind of broken beauty is enough to make people feel confused.
He suddenly picked him up and placed him on the dragon couch.
He put his hands into the girl's hair, lowered his head, and covered the girl's lips with his cool lips.
The cold temperature made Sang Yu sigh in comfort.
(End of chapter)
