Male God, a Little Su

With a lazy smile, "It's up to you, okay?"

Young people are used to using this set to be pitiful, but Su Rou eats this set again.

"The Empress Dowager?!"

Everyone did not expect that Su Yan agreed without thinking.

Before being pulled down, they looked at Du Chuan's face, and in a trance, they understood why Su Yan's eyes didn't fluctuate at all when he looked at their faces.

Their face, placed outside, will arouse the obsession of many women.

There are even women who fight to meet them.

Before being elected to the palace, they were a little reluctant at first, but when they saw the graceful and beautiful woman with a beautiful face, leaning gently on the soft collapse, like a peony in the world, they willingly wanted to stay. down.

So when I came in through the river, I was still not reconciled.

With pearls and jade in front, who can still see fish eyes?

It's a pity that they were sought after by women outside, lost their minds, and thought they were the only beautiful men in the world.

But now, it's too late.

Since then, there will be several more handsome father-in-laws in the palace, but there will be no more sons who are sought after by women.

...

Soon, the inner hall became quiet.

Su Yan lowered her eyes, patted his head, and asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied? Huh?"

She raised her voice and couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior.

"Not satisfied."

Du Chuan pursed his thin lips and stood up slowly.

He was already very tall, and Su Yan stood up but only reached his chest.

He is tall and slender, with a clean and restrained temperament.

But Su Yan knew that all this was just an illusion, his usual disguise.

"Huh?" Su Yan raised her brows and was about to ask Du Chuan what he thought if he was dissatisfied.

I saw Du Chuan slowly tore off the girdle around his waist, and the jade-encrusted belt hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Su Yan's eyelids jumped.

Before he could react, his eyes darkened, and Du Chuan was already kneeling on one knee.

Su Yan leaned back, her eyes were playful, she looked at Duchuan above, her tone was gentle and doting, as if she was talking to a child who had not yet grown up.

"Duchuan, what are you trying to do?"

She was always like this, as if nothing could change her mood at any time. Always calm and calm, never hurried.

Lazy voice, wrapped in a kind of gentle smile.

Du Chuan's eyes were dark, he sighed, bent down and grabbed the dagger on the ground, stuffed it into Su Yan's hand, and held her hand against his heart.

"Master, my master—"

He lowered his eyes, and there were stars twinkling among them, and all seas returned to one.

"I don't want to endure it any longer. If I make a mistake, the master will kill me. To die in the hands of the master is also a kind of consummation."

He smiled lightly and slowly sent his heart towards the tip of the knife.

Su Yan's eyelids jumped, she sighed, and the dagger in her hand came out.

Thin white fingers caressed his cheek.

"What a stupid kid—"

If you know the result, you have to try it out.

I'm really scared, I'm just you.

...

In the afternoon, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Dong Nuan stomped his feet, came in with a cup of dessert, and looked inside.

She shivered from the cold, she shrank her neck for a while to ease, and asked softly, "Is the master there? The tremella soup she wants to eat is ready."

Seeing this, Chun Nuan's eyelids jumped quickly and hurriedly stopped her.

She blushed, and when she heard that there was no movement inside, she shook her head and dragged Dong Nuan out.