Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 119 The Warmth Before the Marriage
Before Zuo Yu could raise his head, he felt his eyes were covered.

Zuo Yu was not in a hurry when his eyes were plunged into darkness. The temperature and smell of someone's palm was so familiar that he knew who it was even if he didn't look or listen.

The corners of the mouth raised uncontrollably, even getting higher and higher.

The excitement in his heart spread to his limbs little by little, a thin blush appeared on his face, and he said softly, "Why is Xiaoming here?"

Yuan Xiaoming walked around from behind Zuo Yu to the front, but she didn't let go of her hand. She just covered it vaguely. From top to bottom, she looked at him carefully for a moment. She didn't speak, and her mood was affected by Zuo Yu. The infection became lighter.

Thinking of teasing, Yuan Xiaoming slowly lowered his head and approached in this posture.

Zuo Yu felt that Leng Xiang, who was still a little far away just now, was very close, so close that it was entwined with his breath.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

Yuan Xiaoming pinched Zuo Yu's chin, and kissed it slowly.

The moment their lips touched each other, both of them trembled almost imperceptibly, and then they chased after each other, their lips and teeth clinging to each other.

Zuo Yu's hand unconsciously wrapped around Yuan Xiaoming's waist, and Yuan Xiaoming also sat in Zuo Yu's arms. When she was satisfied, she gently bit Zuo Yu's lower lip, half-squinting. Focusing, smiling like a vixen who has exhausted his energy.

"I'm here to see you, aren't you happy?"

Zuo Yu held her hand tighter, "Why? I'm very happy that Xiaoming can come."

Yuan Xiaoming looked at his joy beyond words, and suddenly felt that what his sister said was right, that he should come and see him.

After all, he is the Fengjun whom Mingmei is marrying, why don't you take a closer look?
Thinking about it, she didn't get up, she just sat like this, turned her head and glanced out of the corner of her head, and saw two sets of clothes on the table.

She reached out and touched it, "Didn't you try it? The clothing bureau has been changed a few times, and your clothes should fit you now."

Zuo Yu followed her hand to look at the tray, and said with a smile, "It fits well. I tried it on. I just thought that I would have to switch between these two pieces. It would be a headache. These things are too cumbersome."

Yuan Xiaoming thought about it, and it was indeed so.

As Feng Jun, the canonization ceremony is a big wedding. A set of court clothes is used for sacrifices. When all the officials bow down, a set of wedding clothes is worn when Feng Yu parades and bridal chambers. Naturally, the accessories are different, and they are changed back and forth. It is indeed troublesome.

Yuan Xiaoming got up, picked up the court clothes and looked at them, "You still think it's troublesome? Don't I have to change two sets like you? I still have more accessories than you, so you can have fun secretly, I am the most tired the one."

As she said that, she glanced at Zuo Yu, Zuo Yu smiled and said nothing, it was rare to see her so real, and couldn't help but keep watching her.

Yuan Xiaoming naturally noticed it, she put down the clothes in her hand, took Zuo Yu's hand and sat down on the bed beside her, "I see that you are very energetic, Yue'er told me that you might be nervous today, let me do it Look at you, how can I look at it okay?"

Zuo Yu was startled, looked up into Shang Yuan Xiaoming's deep eyes, and instantly understood, he shook his head with a smile, stretched out his arms to hug Yuan Xiaoming, and whispered in her ear: "Yes, the eldest princess is right, I'm nervous Great, can Xiaoming stay with me?"

Yuan Xiaoming couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said arrogantly: "It's not too bad, since Feng Jun begged so much, then I will stay with you tonight, and I will leave after you sleep."

(End of this chapter)