Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Kissing him after drunk, both of them forget their shape! (6)

He said he wanted to let her go and have fun in the world, he said he wanted to let her run around, but how often did he not care about her.

Even regretting it several times, wishing he could tie her back, he held her hand in his hand and never let go!

The lips were tangled, and the two just kissed away. [

Ximen Yehan's happiness is finally understanding Dongfang Lixiao's heart.

Feeling her care for him, he was surrounded by happiness.

Such joy, even when he ascended the throne of the Son of Heaven, he couldn't reach half of it.

All the worries, depressions, uncertainties... At this moment, all of them vanished.

This villain likes him, cares about him, loves him!

Everything is enough.

Kiss her, hug her, he has everything!

Compared with her, what is the West Chu country, what is the world, so what? !

And Dongfang Lixiao is also happy at this time.

Fortunately, she felt him again.

His scent, his warmth, the feel of his lips rolling over hers.

In her heart, she has longed for it for a long time.

It's just that because of pride, misunderstanding, and being hurt by his domineering... so I don't want to admit it, I dare not admit it.

When I was awake, I often thought about my identity and worried secretly.

Exactly, the depth of love, the deep pain, the more you care, the more you are afraid of losing.

That's why she thought of various reasons to escape.

Now, she is drunk and only thinks everything is a dream.

In her dream, what else was she running from? !

Just hugging his neck and lingering with him to the fullest. [

I just wish I could dream like this for thousands of years and never wake up.

Two people, one with affection and the other with intention, just kissed inseparably, wishing to become a whole with each other.

Blood melts in blood, bone in bone, just like that, you and me will never be separated, never separated.

It wasn't until he could hardly breathe that Ximen Yehan panted, reluctantly let go of the sweet kiss between his lips, he could never eat enough, taste enough, kiss enough.

The tip of his nose gently rubbed against her hairline, and he greedily sniffed the fragrance of her hair.