Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of the Little Ancestor, She Always Wants to Cry the Big Brother

Chapter 228 Four Villains Crematorium 61
The doctor will come soon.

But after the diagnosis, the imperial doctor shook his head helplessly.

"The Emperor has been hit by an extremely strong love medicine. There is no antidote, only..."

Sang Yu understood what he meant. He asked him to step down and stood alone in front of the couch. He looked at Sang Yu who was breathing messily. He was silent for a long time and said, "Your Majesty, do you need me to call Mu Huai over?"

His voice was very weak, as if he didn't care who she was with.

Sang Yu said "Ah" and was stunned for a moment, then reacted belatedly.

"No, I can bear it." She shook her head, "Uncle, just stay with me."

"Okay." Sang Yu finally opened his eyebrows, and his thin lips parted in a seemingly invisible arc.

"Uncle Emperor, are you smiling?" Sang Yu tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked at him in surprise, "You look so pretty when you smile."

Subconsciously, she raised her hand and poked his face.

Looking at him stupidly: "Can you laugh again?"

The distance between the two was too close, and the place where she poked it was faintly hot, Sang Yu stepped back uncomfortably, the curve of his lips was straightened, he showed no expression, and did not look at Sang Yu.

"The ice is gone. I'll help you get it."

"Uncle Huang, don't go." The girl suddenly grabbed his hand and pinned him down unexpectedly.

"Uncle, your lips are so soft..."

There was a touch of tenderness on the lips, and the girl's white and slender fingers rubbed him gently.

"His Majesty……"

Sang Yu's heart trembled, and the usual sternness and coldness in his eyes disappeared. At this moment, his emotions were surging, complicated and difficult to distinguish.

"Uncle Emperor." The girl stared straight at him with peach blossom eyes, all of which were his reflection, "May I give you a kiss, just one?"

Her hands rested on his chest.

The two were close at hand.

Sang Yu could even feel the hot body temperature on her body, and could see her looming collarbone, delicate neck, rounded jaw, and brilliantly red lips, which were soft and seductive, threatening to kill.

Sang Yu's eyes were dark and deep, and he was the first to look away when they looked at each other, speaking in a low voice.

"You get up."

The light and shadow were dim, covering his crimson earlobes.

Sang Yu blinked and looked at him for a while, then seemed to finally react and quickly let him go.

She got up and walked around the bedroom a few times, as if she was looking for something. Finally, she untied her girdle and handed it to him: "Uncle, please tie me up quickly. I can't stand it anymore. I Afraid... I'm afraid I can't control myself and hurt you..."

Sang Yu looked at the girdle she handed over, his expression fell silent.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Sang Yu suddenly pulled out the hairpin that bound her hair and stabbed it hard on her arm.

"Hmm~"

The bright red blood stained his clothes.

The girl's body slipped down.

Sang Yu stepped forward and held the girl's waist.

Sang Yu panted softly, pushed her weak hands towards him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Huang, hurry up..."

Sang Yu looked at the girl who was obviously very uncomfortable but still wanted him to leave.

The robe on her body was already loose and baggy, her long hair hung down like a waterfall, her peach blossom eyes were covered with moisture, and her cheeks were crimson and as bright as clouds.

She didn't know how beautiful she was at the moment.

That broken aesthetic is enough to make one's mind messy.

He suddenly picked him up and placed him on the dragon couch.

He put his hands between the girl's hair, lowered his head, and covered the girl's lips with his thin and cool lips.

The freezing temperature made Sang Yu sigh comfortably.

(End of this chapter)