Lian Xueyin responded.
Take a step forward.
The green cypress is still a small sapling. Even if it turns into its original form, it is not as high as the snow mark, and can only reach his chin.
So Lian Xueyin could only bend slightly and wrap his arms around her slender tree trunk.
At this moment, Qing Hui had just finished reciting the transformation formula.
She transformed into a young girl.
His arms hugged Lian Xueyin's neck in time.
Lian Xueyin felt the warm and delicate skin on his palms and suddenly froze.
Slowly lower your eyes.
Her long green ink-like hair was hanging around casually, and was still wet with water droplets hanging on it. The water on her body was not wiped off, and her clothes with snow prints were soon soaked.
She raised her head, met Lian Xueyin's stunned eyes, and quickly pecked his chin, "Your Majesty, am I beautiful?"
Lian Xueyin's Adam's apple is rolling.
The temperature in the palm of my hand was originally a little cool, but now it became hot.
He froze and didn't dare to move his hands, and didn't dare to touch anywhere. But she was holding his neck like this, and he couldn't let go of her, so the two of them froze for a moment.
Qing Hui saw that his neck to the base of his ears were stained with a layer of reddish color, and the corners of his lips were raised proudly.
As she said, she is quite capable of being the evil concubine who brings disaster to the country!
Look, isn't your Majesty just confused by her?
Qing Hui hugged Lian Xueyin's neck and pressed against him. His voice was delicate and soft, "Your Majesty, I'm cold."
Lian Xueyin was convinced that he had indeed met a fairy.
Little goblin.
He endured the collapse of his sanity and calmly used his other hand to break his belt. He loosened his slightly spacious robe. He wrapped Qing Hua in his arms, pinched her waist and lifted her up a little.
Half carried on his shoulders, his arms clasped her legs.
Then he quickly left the bathroom, went straight to the bed, lifted the quilt, and wrapped her in it.
The fast-moving Qing Hui didn't even react. His whole body was wrapped in a quilt like a cocoon.
She poked her head out of the quilt and saw Lian Xueyin, with disheveled clothes and messy hair, sitting on the edge of the bed in a slightly embarrassed manner, looking down at her deeply.
Qing Hua feels slightly guilty.
It seems like her joke was a bit too much.
Your Majesty is obviously not looking good like this. Could it be that he has been teased too much?
She was short of breath and shrank her head under the quilt, not daring to look at Lian Xueyin anymore.
Seeing her cowardly look, Lian Xueyin couldn't hold it back and snorted lightly.
With his fingertips, he peeled off the corner of the quilt that was covering her face, held her chin, lowered his eyes and kissed her lips.
Qing Hui was forced to raise her head to receive his kiss, and her arms on the bed couldn't support her, and they were really numb.
She groaned and said, "Your Majesty, my, my hands are numb..."
Lian Xueyin froze and his eyes became darker.
My hands are numb.
Those who didn’t know, thought he asked her to do something.
With this thought, Lian Xueyin let go of her in embarrassment, stood up, took a few steps back, and turned around.
Qing Hui shook his numb hand and was about to mutter something when he saw Lian Xueyin standing there with his back to her and shouted tentatively,
"Your Majesty?"
Lian Xueyin didn’t respond.
Qing Hua's eyes widened slightly. Oops, from a medical point of view, His Majesty must have suffered from depression, right?
Qing Hu suddenly felt guilty, as expected, there were some jokes that he couldn't take.
I just don’t know what’s wrong with Your Majesty?
Is it really that important whether she likes him or not?
Chapter completed!