A generation of enchantresses bewitched the harem

Chapter 167 The Seduction Failed Again 27
I glanced at my mouth, feeling the embarrassment of being seen through: "Why haven't you left yet?"

He smiled: "I will guard you."

I had no point in arguing with him, so I turned around and asked, "What time is it?"

He also looked at the window lattice and said, "It's just passed the fourth watch."

I was a little surprised and asked, "Have you been guarding here all this time?"

He shrugged his head and said: "It's already dark after sending you back to the mansion, and the gate of the palace has been unlocked, so I have no choice but to guard you reluctantly."

He was obviously not good at this kind of lies, and he was moved in his heart, and he couldn't help saying softly: "There is a chrysanthemum resting on the other side, so you can go and lean on it."

He thought about it for a while, nodded, walked over and dragged the soft bed to the side of my bed to lean on, and said, "That's all right."

I let out a light sigh and said, "Take a break." I closed my eyes, and an inexplicable feeling arose in my heart, soft and light.My heart seemed to be stirred by something, a different feeling.

When he woke up at dawn, Zizhe was still reclining on the soft bed in that posture, the morning light shone on his body, reflecting the infinite beauty.He closed his eyes comfortably, his eyelashes hanging down obediently like fan feathers, looking charming.

Thinking of having him by his side during successive serious illnesses, his heart warmed up, and his hands rested on his eyelashes disobediently.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he grabbed my hand like last time, without bothering to open his eyes: "Nian Nian, you are so naughty when you get better, I really hate it."

I didn't break free, held his hand, looked at the blush on his delicate cheeks, couldn't help feeling relieved, and couldn't help saying: "Zizhe, you look so good-looking."

He slowly opened his eyes, and my beauty was reflected in his dark eyes: "That's natural." He suddenly remembered something and raised his head, and asked me very seriously: "Nian Nian, you won't love me just because of my skin? Come on me?"

I was taken aback for a moment, then let out a sigh, and couldn't help but frowned and shook off his hand: "There is such a rambunctious person like you, and you are not afraid of being ugly."

He laughed more lazily, stretched his whole body, and said: "I'm telling the truth. I was born so good-looking, and I don't know how many women fall in love with it. If you are as superficial as them, I will be very sad."

(End of this chapter)