Male God, a Little Su

Du Chuan's face turned red, and his heart was beating wildly.

He was frightened and panicked, for fear of being noticed by a woman sitting in a chair not far away. At that time, she is afraid that she will feel sick, right?

Seeing him obediently laying back on the bed, Su Yan nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing Du Chuan stretch out his hand, he lifted the quilt up to the chin.

Su Yan was amused, she blinked and looked over, "Are you cold?"

Du Chuan's body froze, unable to say what he felt, he shook his head reflexively, "It's not cold, the servant is not cold."

"Really? But your face is going to be buried under the quilt."

Su Yan sneered, propped her cheeks lazily, and stared at him without smiling.

Such is the look.

The woman's face was already seductive, and the candlelight shone on her, adding a bit of charm and ambiguity.

She curled her lips up, her feet swaying lightly to the out-of-tune tune she hummed.

It's not at all like the empresses he occasionally sees, they are all elegant and dignified.

It's like it's carved out of a mold, and I don't know who I learned from.

But the people in front of him are different, Duchuan can't say what is different, but it is different from others.

Because she was willing to save him.

Save a little eunuch—

His crow feathers trembled as if his eyelashes were trembling. He didn't know where the courage came from, and whispered: "Why is that empress staring at me all the time?"

Du Chuan was not used to being stared at all the time.

There is also the woman's pair of peach blossom eyes, which seems to be full of affection all the time.

He became more and more uncomfortable.

Su Yan listened to her ears and raised her eyebrows.

Yo, how dare he be dissatisfied?

She snorted and smiled, "Of course you look good."

In this short period of time, Mama Jiang had already checked his background clearly.

It is the little eunuch of Zhaoyang Palace. It seems that he has been in the palace since he was six years old. He has no father or mother. She usually did some chores in the palace, but Zhao Concubine fell out of favor and was permanently banned in Zhaoyang Palace.

There, it has also become a dark and humid cold palace.

Although the people in the palace were not grounded, in the end they became something that everyone could trample on.

Can--

Su Yan's eyes flashed and fell on Du Chuan's face.

How could he have such a simple origin?

Du Chuan was flustered when she looked at it, and he averted his eyes uncomfortably. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's not as beautiful as the empress."

His lips were red and his teeth were white, and the jet black spread out on the pillow. A pair of slightly round eyes with slightly drooping ends, with an innocent look by nature. The bridge of the nose is high but not too sharp, and the lips are slightly thick and slightly curled. Lying on the bed, when he glanced at him timidly, the jumping candlelight reflected in his eyes, as if his eyes were full of stars, which was soul-stirring.

And every line of his facial features is soft and just right. Lying on the bed at this time, his blushing blush neutralized his paleness from the injury.

It looks very innocent-

Su Yan hummed and looked down at her fingers lazily.

He opened his lips: "That's natural, the beauty of this palace is number one, but you're not bad~"

She falsely pointed to Duchuan, her fingers were naturally pink, as if all five fingers were painted with rouge.

"cough……"

Du Chuan's eyes were slightly enlarged, and his face showed a bit of surprise.

This lady...

So different.

Su Yan looked at the thin young man, her face flushed red after being teased by her, and she couldn't help laughing with her lips hooked.

The laughter was clear and spread slowly in the quiet air.