Male God, a Little Su

Hot water came quickly.

Behind the screen, the heat is thick, and the palace people are on the side.

Su Yan ignored Shen Li and walked towards the screen while pulling her belt.

Shen Li could hardly control his eyes, his hands on the table clenched into fists, and his breathing became less regular.

The wide robe slipped from her shoulders, the material was light and soft, like a cloud. The dark lines on the top flowed and stacked under the feet.

The crown fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Seeing that she had unbuttoned her underwear, half of her snow-white shoulders were already exposed, and Shen Li's breathing became a little heavier.

He stood up abruptly, "Uncle Huang, let your nephew wait for you to take a bath!"

Those palace people bent down and knelt on the ground, feeling that the air in the palace seemed to be a lot colder. As if being stared at by something, his back is furry.

"No need."

Under the light, the screen reflected a slender black shadow.

The ink hair is like a waterfall, revealing a waist that is thinner than the men in the world.

"You go out!"

He glanced at the palace servants and ordered in a deep voice.

The palace people hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Su Yan didn't respond, they kowtowed, and then filed out.

The sound of the water was pattering, obviously he couldn't see anything, but Shen Li felt like an invisible hand was strangling his throat.

Adam's apple throbbing up and down, tongue dry.

He poured a cup of tea, and the cold water on his stomach did not relieve the heat on his body. On the contrary, it is like oil encounters fire, and some kind of impulse in the body burns up!

Su Yan crouched on the edge of the wooden barrel, dipping her delicate fingers in the water. Looking at the screen with a half-smile, a few cranes fluttering about to fly are embroidered on the screen, and they are more and more immortal under the candlelight.

"Hmm... Your Seventh Highness."

The voice was lazy and hoarse, revealing a different kind of seductive meaning.

Shen Li's back was stiff and his throat was itchy.

With a clear cough, he replied respectfully, "Yes, what are your orders from Uncle Huang?"

"Do you remember the little song that I promised to teach you last time?"

"I..." Shen Li's voice trembled, "My nephew dare not forget, always keep it in mind."

"Oh? What a good boy."

A low laugh sounded from behind the screen, gentle.

Shen Li tugged at the collar, and Crow Feather's eyelashes seemed to flutter.

"It's been so long that this king suddenly remembered his son. I'm afraid you have almost forgotten that word?"

"Nephew..."

"This king sings it again, this time, you have to remember it."

Shen Li wanted to say that he was clear, and he kept every word and every word in his heart. But somehow, the words swirled around on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

He blushed shyly, and said softly, "Whatever the uncle says, he will listen to you."

"So nice-"

The other end chuckled lightly, causing Shen Li's body to go numb.

If there is a faint whisper, a casual tone, not very serious. But in this situation, Shen Li's mind flashed, and felt that his life was in her hands, if he wanted to live, he would live, if he asked him to die, he died——

"Golden Wind and Yulu Meet Night

The silver plate is leaning against the dark clouds

 …”

She only picked half of a song to sing.

Shen Li could even hear the vagueness in her voice, she did it on purpose.

This guess made Shen Li's face flush with blood.

"Whoa..."

The sound of water sounded, and then, a slender black shadow was reflected on the screen again.

He hurriedly turned his head, adjusted his breathing, and sat upright.

For fear that the other party would discover his abnormality and regenerate disgust.