Male God, a Little Su

"Do you care," she said, but her face was light and cloudy, and she was playing with a plum blossom in her hand, "Bengong is very sad."

Seeing her casual appearance, where did Duchuan still not know her mind?

Although he knew that she didn't know what method she used, every time Xiao Qinghe came, he was actually rolling on the bed alone. Su Yan watched the show from the beginning to the end, and was not willing to accompany him at all.

But Duchuan always felt uneasy.

Even if the other party will never like him, or even notice his small thoughts.

But Duchuan also hopes that since no man can get into her eyes now. Then he will be like this all his life, he will serve her all his life and be her most loyal lackey. But at best, no other man can enter her eyes.

Because, in that case, Tokawa would not be able to control his desire to kill.

At present, it is difficult enough to forbear Xiao Qing and one. Even if he didn't do anything, just touching it simply made him jealous and wanted to kill.

Du Chuan lowered his eyelashes, and a smile bloomed on his lips.

The lines of the beautiful facial features are extraordinarily soft, but because of the excessively fair skin and red lips, it is a little more gorgeous.

"Then don't be sad, Master," Du Chuan leaned over with a chuckle, approached her ear, raised his jaw slightly, and the two equally outstanding faces were reflected in the mercury mirror together, he bent his eyes and smiled especially tenderly, " Du Chuan will always accompany the master."

until the end of life-

Su Yan hummed and pretended not to notice the restrained possessiveness in this little brat's eyes all the time.

Hooked his red lips, leaned on the dressing table and closed his eyes, "You haven't said, who is entering the palace."

Du Chuan smiled, "Your cousin, Miss Liu—"

"Oh? That's really..." Su Yan paused, her tone calm and unwavering, "Congratulations."

In the future, there will be a good show in the palace.

She grinned and told Du Chuan.

"I don't want to comb my hair. Today, this palace is going to sleep in Weiyang Hall for a day, and no one will come. By the way, I told everyone who was waiting outside to go back. Today, there is no need to say goodbye!"

Su Yan waved her hand and pulled her embroidered shoes towards the still warm bed, "Bengong is so sad, I went to call the imperial doctor to ask for a pulse."

Seeing her solemnly saying that she was very sad, she turned her head and tucked into the bed, snuggled into the quilt comfortably, and took out a scroll of words from under the pillow and turned it over.

This disparate appearance makes Duchuan love it.

He bent his eyes and nodded harmlessly, "Okay, the servant will talk about it!"

After he finished speaking, he came over and tucked the quilt for Su Yan, and brought over the glazed lamp on purpose. He lit a few lamps and placed them by the bed, and immediately dispelled the darkness around him.

"Master, pay attention to your eyes. You can't stare at it all the time. After watching for a while, close your eyes and take a break."

Su Yan turned the page and saw the charming young girl, she waved her hand without raising her head when she heard the words, and said in disgust, "Duchuan, you are becoming more and more like a little old man, you are not cute at all."

The storybooks are full of old-fashioned stories, the kind that you can guess what will happen after hearing the name. But I can't stand the author's gorgeous rhetoric and gorgeous content! Su Yan really liked the ancient times without entertainment facilities.

To this end, Duchuan specially collected a box for her, so Su Yan stayed in the Weiyang Hall all day to read the storybook when she had nothing to do.