The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Caiyi was no stranger to it, when the lord was in a good mood, he would occasionally let Yechen accompany him to eat.

After dinner, everyone was dismissed, and the huge bedroom became even more silent.

The night is as cool as water, and the fine moonlight sprinkles in from the gate of the palace, mottled and mottled.

There are two cups of hot tea on the dining table, filled with mist.

"Ye Chen, don't you want tea?" Qiong Ying said very patiently.

"I've already drank it." Ye Chen was a little uneasy, she is so strange now, what's wrong with her?

"It's getting late, are you sleepy?" Qiongying looked at the moonlight outside the hall and said thoughtfully.

"Not sleepy." Ye Chen also looked outside the hall, it was not long before nightfall, a little earlier than the normal time to fall asleep, but he didn't dare to refute.

"Then come with me." Qiong Ying suddenly stood up and walked towards the apse.

Ye Chen was puzzled, and then followed her figure.

After crossing the veil, she came to her bedroom. There was a big white jade bed in the center, a bath behind the screen, and the back mountain outside the window.

"Yechen, have you ever been hugged by someone? Or have you ever hugged anyone?" Qiongying looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked.

Ye Chen was taken aback, what exactly did she want to ask?Ever since I can remember, I can barely be counted as being hugged by one person. He was seriously injured by the undead, and I vaguely remember it before he fell into a coma... She seemed to hug him...

As for who he hugged, she was the only one he hugged. At that time, she was still young, and she was chased and killed by Mu Feng's red-crowned crane, and finally injured by Wu Yue. She was only 12 years old, as light as a feather, and Wu Yue's palm , She was in a coma for a whole month, and now she still has lingering fears when she thinks about it.

"Ye Chen? Is there any?" Qiong Ying waited for a long time, if there is, there is no, if there is no, there is no, does he need to think for so long?

"No." He felt that it wasn't a hug, but something that happened under certain conditions, and she probably didn't remember such a thing, otherwise how could she ask knowingly.

"Ye Chen, can you let me hug you for a while?" Qiong Ying's eyes were deep, and she had an indescribable charm under the candlelight.

"..." Ye Chen didn't respond, he probably felt that he had heard wrong, or maybe he had misunderstood.

But in fact, Qiong Ying had already walked towards him. Obviously, whether Ye Chen wanted to or not, she couldn't change her decision. Being overbearing was her usual style.

Qiongying walked up to him in a few steps, but he was still so dull, or was he too calm?

Only one step away.

Ye Chen couldn't help holding his breath, too close, her figure would disturb his silent heart, and at the same time, her light would burn his eyes...

Qiongying didn't stop, stretched out her hand across his waist, hugged him silently, felt his somewhat rapid heartbeat, and his mint-scented body temperature.

"Master?" Ye Chen didn't move at all, his straight body was tense, his hands were stiff, his silent eyes looked at the night outside the window, ripples appeared,

"Close your eyes."

Her voice drifted gently past his ears, like the sound of a flute at night, mysterious and charming.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Ye Chen was startled, he felt her breath change, she seemed to be very bad.

"Have you closed your eyes?" Qiongying asked.

"Close it." Ye Chen quickly closed his eyes, and what he saw was not black, but her figure.

"You can talk, but you can't open your eyes, understand?" Qiongying ordered again.

"Understood." Ye Chen nodded, his body and mind fell into her voice and hug, unable to extricate himself.