Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Late at night in the bedroom, the fragrance of a familiar man! (4)

In a blink of an eye, it was dusk again.

After dinner, they called Huarong and Xuanying to come over and arranged for the rectification of the palace.

Dongfang Lixiao excused himself to be tired and went into the bedroom. [

After ordering all the little maids who served her to retreat outside the palace and not to disturb her, she made the pillow on the bed as if someone was asleep, turned off the lights, and slipped out from the back window.

Quietly passing by the palace, all the way towards the direction of Linjiang Town.

Stepping on the leaves and blowing the wind all the way, soon, they passed the Luoxing River and arrived near the south gate of Linjiang Town.

In the distance, under the moonlight, a figure stood tall on the south city gate, and the robe on his body fluttered gently in the night wind.

The moonlight framed his outline with a layer of faint silver halo, and it was like a god descending in a trance, looking at the sky and the earth under the night.

The moment he stared at that person, Dongfang Lixiao curled the corners of his lips slightly, his body flickered, and when he landed again, he was already standing on the wall in front of that person.

"Who are you waiting for?!"

she asked with a smile.

"you!"

Looking at her with raised eyes, Ximen Yehan replied gently.

"Liar, how did you know I would come?"

Dongfang Lixiao's face was slightly solemn, pretending to reprimand, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Raising his hand to hold her slender palm, Ximen Yehan's tone seemed enchanting.

"Because you don't want me to trek!"

The palm was held by him, feeling the coolness on his fingers, Dongfang Lixiao just frowned.

"It's not the same as waiting in the government office. It's near the water and it's damp and cold. You've just recovered from your internal injuries, so you're not afraid of getting sick!"

While speaking, he stretched out his hands and cupped his slightly cold palms to his chest, then moved his lips together, breathing hot air.

On weekdays, Ximen Yehan wouldn't care about such trivial matters.

At this moment, seeing her warming his hands so earnestly, he just stood there, enjoying her tenderness. [

I just wish I could stand face to face with her until the end of time.