Traveling through the battle with the evil emperor: the queen is too hard to pet

Chapter 93 A Different Kind of Warmth 2
After approving a batch of more urgent memorials, Bei Qinghan put down his ink brush and took a rest.

Looking back at Xia Xiaowei who was on the couch behind her, she found that she was already asleep.

A hand was hanging limply under the couch, and the book that was originally in his hand was also lying on the ground.

Bei Qinghan got up, walked over quietly, stood in front of the couch and looked at her.

Xia Xiaowei was lying on her side, sleeping very soundly, and she looked very obedient. She was a different person than she who refused to obey him.

Bei Qinghan sat down on the edge of the couch, stroking Xia Xiaowei's fair and slightly red cheeks.

He had never looked at her seriously, after a closer look.

I just feel that there is no part of her facial features that is not delicate, and no part is not without a lazy temptation, which makes people intoxicated unknowingly.

And the tentacles are as smooth as fat, making it unbearable to put it down.

He knew that the saintesses of the Xueshan tribe were selected from all the school-age girls of the Xueshan tribe through extremely strict procedures.

It depends not only on the will of God, but also on the quality of the younger girls themselves.

Appearance, body, and intelligence can't be bad.

Therefore, all the saints of the Xueshan tribe are both beautiful and intelligent.

Once the saintess is selected, she will live in the temple and have a dedicated person to serve and teach.

After the new emperor of the celestial dynasty ascends the throne, he will be sent to the palace to serve the emperor.

Therefore, he was not surprised by Xia Xiaowei's beauty at all. He had seen many beauties.

However, the Xia Xiaowei in front of her had a taste that other women did not have.What is it, but I can't tell.

All he knew was his urge to hold her in his arms.

The long couch was closer to the window, and a gust of wind came in through the window, wrinkling Xia Xiaowei's clothes, and she flinched slightly.

Bei Qinghan got up, took a cloak, covered her body lightly, put her hands hanging under the couch back on the couch, and stuffed them into the cloak.

Xia Xiaowei was at his mercy, unconscious.

Bei Qinghan picked up the books on the ground and put them next to Xia Xiaowei's pillow, then walked to the window and half closed the window.

Turning around again, looking at Xia Xiaowei who was deeply asleep, Bei Qinghan smiled lovingly.

She slept so soundly, she must have not slept well last night.

(End of this chapter)