Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 237 And use the title to lure the king's heart (25)

Xi Ning looked down at Murong Jue who was playing with a childish temper, and felt his temples twitching.

"Are you going to let go?" Xi Ning's voice was condensed, suppressing the constant turbulence of irritability, obviously exhausted of patience.

Murong Jue shook his head firmly.

Xi Ning couldn't bear it anymore, bent down and grabbed him.

The faucets at the four corners of the bath were gurgling and spraying water.

The heat was dense, blurring the appearance of the man.

Xi Ning let go of his collar, turned around with a cold face, and was about to leave.

A gust of wind brushed against her arm, and when she turned her body, the man seized the space and took a big step forward, blocking her way of leaving.

Xi Ning was annoyed, and really didn't want to get entangled with him, so he had to walk aside to avoid him.

But the man clung to her relentlessly, wanting to hold her hand quickly.

Xi Ning avoided it, and the irritability in his chest became more and more intense.

Knowing that if you don't fight him a few tricks, he won't give up easily to stop her.

Xi Ning clenched his hands into fists, and punched Murong Jue fiercely.

This punch was sharp and crisp, without any affection.

The dark pupils of Ruo Xingzi flickered with broken light, brewing disbelief and injury.

He dodged the punch in embarrassment, and before he could react, he was kicked hard in the next second.

The young man took a few steps back, clutching his stomach, barely stopping at the edge of the bath, with a shallow footprint on his snow-white undershirt.

Xi Ning didn't even look at him, turned around and left indifferently.

"Crash".

There was a loud sound of falling water behind him.

Water splashed and steamed.

Xi Ning paused, pursed his lips, hesitated for two seconds, then turned and walked to the bathtub.

The fumigation heat lingered, permeating above the bath, blocking a large area of ​​sight.

A few flower petals were scattered scattered in the bath.

The anger in my heart suddenly turned into panic.

Xi Ning stepped down from the bath and looked for Murong Jue in the water.

The mist filled the air, Xi Ning frowned, and his heart was in his throat.

"Murong Jue! Murong Jue!"

An indescribable panic was mixed with the shouting.

Just now Xi Ning vowed that without this person, he could be happy and happy. His eyes were slightly red, his eyes were swollen and dry, and he felt uncomfortable when he wanted to cry but couldn't.

"Murong Jue! Don't scare me!"

Pulling off the eye-catching veil, the handsome young man lay on the edge of the bath with a bloodless face, and the diluted red color spread from around his body.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Xi Ning's breathing almost stopped.

She waded through the water and almost fell over in the pool.

He almost kneeled and rushed to the man's side, stretching out his slender fingers tremblingly.

Hot tears spilled out of the eyes, crackling and splashing on the water.

"Come here! Come here! Pass the Imperial Physician!..."

Xi Ning carefully checked the possible wounds on his body, and shouted at the top of his voice.

Footsteps sounded chaotically.

The whole pool was in chaos.

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"Your Majesty, there are slaves guarding here, you should go and change your wet clothes, as you will catch cold easily if you wear them for too long." The little maid boldly persuaded.

Xi Ning sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, staring at the lifeless person on the bed without blinking, as if he had never heard of it.

The little maid couldn't bear it, she bit her lower lip, mustered up her courage, and repeated her words again.

"... Your majesty, please don't wake up your majesty. You have fallen ill again. When the time comes, who will take care of your majesty?"

Only then did Xi Ning glance at her as if awakened from a start, nodded blankly, and let her help her to change clothes.

The atmosphere in the Hall of Showa was solemn and dignified.

The maids and eunuchs who were waiting outside looked at each other in blank dismay, still feeling lingering fear of the quarrel that happened in Jingchi today.

Behind the screen, looking at the distraught empress, the maid respectfully took off her wet clothes and waited for her to enter the bathtub.

Xi Ning's eyes were dull, like a puppet that had lost its soul, and quietly let the maid move.

The palace lady looked distressed, and couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, don't blame yourself too much. The imperial doctor also said that although His Majesty kowtowed to the head, but not hard, he must wake up tonight. If you are like this, Your Majesty will wake up. It won't be fun to watch..."

Xi Ning sat in the bathtub, the warm hot water covered her body, but it couldn't warm her heart.

Regret overwhelmingly overwhelmed all her consciousness.

She shouldn't have spoken harshly to him.

It was because of her that he was wronged so much, and she is still angry with him now.

She's here to ask for forgiveness, how can she play petty temper?
The maid changed Xi Ning into clean clothes, and helped her back to His Majesty's bed.

Xi Ning waved back the maid and eunuch who was serving, and sat by the bed, quietly looked at the pale Murong Jue, and said softly: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have quarreled with you, I'm sorry, it's all mine. Wrong, it's all my fault..."

Her tone became choked up, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.

"Wake up, okay? I won't make you angry anymore, you can do whatever you want..."

Crystal tears fell on the man's bony fingers.

Xi Ning hurriedly wiped the tears on his face, but they couldn't control the tears flowing more and more.

The chest was stuffy, and there was a pinprick pain.

A warm halo surrounded the two of them.

While Xi Ning was wiping her tears, white light shot out from her heart, covering the bloodless person on the bed.

The white light dissipated, and the slender eye feathers of the person on the bed trembled slightly, as beautiful as the wings of a butterfly.

Xi Ning put down his hands, and what he saw was the scene where the man's eyelids were moving, and he couldn't help breathing lightly.

Youyuan's pupils dilated slightly, she watched this scene intently, her breathing was inaudible, afraid that everything in front of her was an illusion.

The eyelids were lifted very lightly and slowly, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes hiding stars.

As the man opened his eyes, a strong coercion shot out.

Xi Ning's back felt cold, his scalp was numb, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

This……

Before the brain could respond, the body already knelt down on conditioned reflex.

She lowered her head, being intimidated by that man's cold and powerful coercion, she didn't dare to have any extra thoughts.

Feelings of remorse, worry, and sadness are overshadowed by apprehension.

She heard her trembling voice trying to calm down but couldn't control it.

"grown ups."

The person sitting on the bed looked at Xi Ning's unusual expression of fear, and his brows furrowed indiscernibly.

After waking up in the small world, Jun Zhuo lowered his long and slender eye feathers, suppressed the joyous emotion in his heart with restraint, and opened the hanging curtain with knuckle fingers, his voice was cold and indifferent, revealing the chill of spring.

"Don't be too polite."

Xi Ning also didn't know why she was so scared of this person all of a sudden. It might be that as more fragments were collected, the sense of aloofness and oppression belonging to the gods in this person became more and more intense, which made her unconsciously afraid.

It may also be that the little lord god has a sense of inviolability that is obviously incompatible with the little plane.

Xi Ning got up, stepped aside, and looked at his nose, nose, and heart. His eyes were so restrained that he didn't dare to glance around, let alone be presumptuous in the slightest.

The wealth that has been huddled in Xi Ning's mind is even more silent, wishing to be transparent in place, pretending that he does not exist.

Even if they make complaints and definitions about the little master god on weekdays, but in front of the real master, no one can match the words "little master god" and "love brain".

Those fragments, as if they didn't belong to this person, were so separated from the main body that they couldn't be connected together.

(End of this chapter)