Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Help Mr. Robber himself, undress! (6)

Grabbing the clothes on her head and looking at the style, Dan Yuewu only frowned.

"But, this is women's clothing!"

Dongfang Lixiao raised her eyebrows, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled innocently and charmingly. [

"Anyway, it's not the first time, so why bother, and, I like how you look in women's clothing!"

Thinking of Dan Yuewu's appearance when she was dressed as her maid in the Western Chu Palace, Dongfang Lixiao just couldn't help laughing out loud.

When she laughed, she was not as reserved as ordinary women, or covered her face with her sleeves.

With a pink face, he only smiled brightly like a flower, without hiding the joy in his heart.

Holding the robe, looking at her smile, Dan Yuewu couldn't help but lost his mind.

Putting down his smile, Dongfang Lixiao just lazily stretched out his arms and yawned, then turned and walked towards the luan bed.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep, you can find me in the palace tomorrow afternoon!

That painting, stay! "

After all, she didn't look at Danyuewu anymore, she just strode to the bed, kicked off her boots, and climbed onto the bed.

After tossing all night, she was already tired.

Dan Yuewu looked at the women's clothing in her arms, and finally sighed silently.

Putting the robe on his body, he walked slowly to the window.

Before leaving, he still did not forget to take a look at the bed.

I saw Dongfang Lixiao closed the double curtains, and his delicate face showed a rare tranquility and tranquility.

Facing the dawn in the east, Danyuewu has always just looked at the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

Naturally, he didn't believe that she was really asleep, but only pretended to be asleep, and said goodbye tomorrow, then dodged out of the window.

Dongfang Lixiao on the bed didn't respond at all, but she really fell asleep.

On the table, the painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is still spread on the table.

The night wind blew gently from outside the window, only blowing the painting violently and softly, turning it slightly. [

Under the candlelight, the few lines of tiny characters in the mezzanine flickered on and off, which seemed a bit weird.