100 Ways to Get the Male God

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After the two got married, they stayed in Zhihe Dynasty for a while, and then they roamed freely.

At the time of Zhihe, Seventeen supported a little prince to ascend to the throne, but he did not become the regent himself. Instead, he chose a few talented ministers, assisted the government with all his heart, and patiently educated the little prince to grow up.

Countless people did not understand his actions. Because he is so far away from that seat, he can be called at his fingertips. However, it was something within reach that he did not touch.

The ancient emperors all loved the country, and no one was willing to give up the country for the beauty. Everyone felt it was a pity, but Seventeen understood what he really wanted.

This is the beauty that I couldn't even imagine when I was young.

"Emperor Sister," his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said softly, "You can't get warm if you only drink alcohol."

Before Yu Chu could resist, he was hugged by the young man with a smile, straightened his slender figure, and walked towards the interior with a light breeze. Yu Chu was held by him and tried to struggle: "Little Seventeen, it's still daytime. Woolen cloth."

Seventeen said indifferently: "Did Huangjie forget to promise me anything? I was drunk and hugged Huangjie that day, but Huangjie promised me, and I will follow me in the future."

Yu Chu narrowed his eyes.

The two of them drank together that day. Seventeen got drunk after one drink. In an instant, he returned to the little milk dumplings when he was a child. In order to coax this bear child to sleep, she promised a lot...

"Aren't you drunk?" Yu Chu glared at him.

Seventeen put her on the bed and stared at her slowly with low eyes, with a softness in her cold voice, "I'm drunk, but I should remember, I won't forget."

He leaned down and hugged the girl, his fingertips were slightly hooked, the gauze curtain by the bed floated down, and the layered shadows showed an unusually ambiguous appearance, while his lips and teeth were grinding, the young man sighed in a low voice: "Imperial sister, today's wine is delicious. "

Sweet love words make people blush.

Yu Chu muttered, "Every day is the same."

"But this is what Huangjie drank." Jing Huai replied in a low voice, licked her lips, and raised her eyebrows.

The clothes were scattered, the cold weather caused the girl to bite her lip slightly, and the waist of her exposed collarbone felt a little cold. She whispered: "Seventeen..."

"The Queen."

The man's slender fingers gently clasped her hand, and his cold and hoarse voice was close to his earlobe, like gentleness, but also like a lazy and low-pitched dark temperament.

"I'll keep you warm."

His slender and fair fingers slid in from the clothes room, and slowly outlined the soft outline. The beautiful texture lines loomed in the young man's scattered clothes.

The fair-skinned youth pursed his lips, and the black slid on his shoulders, drawing shadows between his delicate eyebrows, and his emotional eyes were blurred, like the surface of a sparkling lake.

He entered slowly, his jewel-like eyes narrowed, as if adapting to the extreme pleasure that was coming.

The girl made a low noise.

Seventeen suddenly smiled, panting slightly hoarse, which is between a teenager and a young man. He listened to the low panting of the girl under him, with a gentle expression on his delicate eyebrows.

"The Queen."

The overflowing emotion in her voice made the girl slightly open her eyes and look at him with some confusion.

The eyes of the person in front of him were gentle and bright, and Yu Chu thought he was going to say something touching confession, but the man only showed a small dimple, and said with a bent eye: "Sister Huang, try the one you said next time? "

"..."

The interior is warm, with cascading shadows.

The snow falls silently outside the window, and the prosperous world is prosperous.