Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Luo Jifeng episode: A man like the wind! (21)

I carefully fed the grass with snow water, but time and time again, I couldn't help being distracted.

The fragrance of her hair, her temperature, everything about her reminds me all the time, I try hard not to think about her, but I can't control it.

The more you control, the more you want to see her. [

Finally, she shifted her gaze to her face. She lowered her eyes and breathed slowly, but fell asleep.

I suddenly felt joy in my heart, now, I can look at her unscrupulously.

Soon, though, I started to despise myself.

Luo Jifeng, when did you become such a womanizer? !

She is really beautiful, her eyebrows, eyelashes, nose and lips, there is no part that does not make people feel comfortable, and there is no part that does not make people feel glamorous...

Noticing her cloak slipping off, I reached out and grabbed it, covering her shoulders again.

Put your fingers on it carefully, and finally you can't bear to scratch it.

Just let me be greedy for this one time, thinking about it, I slowly hugged her tightly.

At that moment, I just remind myself not to sleep.

Because, in my arms, are the two people I care about most now.

Yes, this little girl, this little girl who once humiliated me and made me look ugly, I care about her!

However, I do not know when, I still fell asleep.

When I woke up, there was a sound in my arms, she... was not there.

I tightened the blanket on Cao'er, carried him out, and saw her standing on the snow field under the moonlight.

Then, I heard her chanting someone's name.

It was none other than Ximen Yehan, the emperor of the Western Chu Kingdom.

Although there was contempt and coldness in that tone, I could tell that there were complex emotions implied in it.

There was an inexplicable sourness in my heart.

However, soon, I suppressed this emotion. [

"Since you've slept well, let's go!"

I opened my mouth lightly, trying to keep my tone free of any friendship.

I am just a passer-by in her life, like the wind blowing through the morning, without the ability to be attached.