The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 32 Frustrated

The man standing in the center of the dormitory stared straight ahead with unfocused eyes, his brows stretched out, and the brows were full of wisps of indifference.

After staying for a while, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

The slender body passed through several yards and came to the door of the west wing.

The moonlight hit his back softly, and the reflection was elongated, making him look mysterious beyond words.

Raising his hand, he was about to open the door.

There are no lamps in the room, only a few strands of cool moonlight squeezed in through the gaps in the windows, blending with the darkness of the night, the light is dim.

The white sand curtain is particularly obvious in the dark night. As soon as Ling Juncheng entered the room, he saw the bed directly in front of him.

The closer you get, the more you can hear the woman on the bed breathing delicately and evenly, not in a hurry or impatient, sleeping peacefully and sweetly.

"Stop pretending, I know you haven't fallen asleep, you'll get tired after a long play, take a rest."

The man stood in front of the bed, looking down at the woman who wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

The woman only showed one face, her eyes were tightly closed, her red lips were drawn into a line, and a few thin black hairs covered her cheeks, making her look beautiful and lazy.

Except for the delicate breathing that continued one after another, the man did not get any response.

The slender eyes gradually narrowed into a slit.

Install, continue to install.

I'll see how long you can pretend.

He simply pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down.

With his arms crossed, he fixed his eyes on the person on the bed.

I'm here, I don't believe you can really sleep
An hour later, the man felt his eyes a little sore.

He reached out and rubbed the browbones, then continued to stare at the bed.

The person on the bed still maintained the previous posture, and the sound of breathing was still rhythmic.

Two hours later, the man couldn't sit still.

He shifted sideways.

The person on the bed remained motionless.

Anger shot straight from his chest to his forehead, and the man stood up from his chair.

Walking to the side of the bed, leaning over, he lifted the quilt off Su Xi's body.

Under the quilt, she closed her clothes and slept.

It was obvious that she was on guard against something.

Just when the anger was about to explode, I saw that delicate body turned over and murmured: "Wow, so many delicious food"

Then, there was no more movement.

Ling Juncheng's eyes suddenly sank.

My brow bone hurts.

Frustration ensues.

In a fit of rage, he roughly picked him up from the bed, and then led him out of the west wing.

Enduring the surge of disgust in his heart, while walking, he bowed his head and glanced at the delicate and boneless person in his arms.

There were many lights in the yard, and now, he could see her face more clearly.

As soon as he bowed his head, he just saw the red lips that were pursed into a line slightly open, and then another drop of crystal clear liquid fell from the corner of the lips.

This time, the drop of crystal clear liquid did not stay on her chin, but slid directly onto his sleeve.

The man couldn't bear to look directly back.

Now he can be sure that this woman is not only really asleep, but also sleeping like a dead pig.

The pace under his feet became faster.

Back in the bedroom, he threw her heavily on the bed.

Su Xi slept soundly, unable to wake up from thunder. Even though Ling Juncheng threw her into a parabola, she still didn't even open her eyes.

The man's frustration was aroused again.

He could have just thrown her on the ground and slept on the bed by himself.

However, he doesn't do such things as bullying women.

After throwing him on the bed, he went to the soft bed outside to close his clothes and sleep.

The floppy was short and narrow for him.

He could only lie on his side, knees bent, in an awkward posture.

(End of this chapter)