Chapter 1128 My Gentle Tyrant (10)

Fu Yue paused: "..."

She glanced at the beautiful and cool gauze she was wearing, and there was a hint of obvious disgust in her eyes.

What the hell are you wearing?

It was so cold that she was freezing to death.

In fact, there was a charcoal fire in the room, so it wasn't really too cold, but it was inevitable that a bit of chill would penetrate the skin.

So, Fu Yue quietly raised her eyes and stared at Ji Rong...'s bed.

Soft and warm quilt.

She walked quietly in that direction, and then stretched out her hand towards Ji Rong——

That's when.

The man opened his eyes, his dark and deep eyes staring straight at her, as if the abyss was staring at her.

Grabbed her hand.

The fingers tightened slightly.

"What are you doing, my beloved concubine? Want to assassinate me?"

This is a common problem among emperors as soon as he opens his mouth.

He has paranoia and suspects that everyone wants to assassinate him.

Fu Yue looked at his grabbed hand and fell silent, then stretched out his other finger and pointed in that direction.

Ji Rong looked along and saw a blanket without surprise.

"..."

The corners of his lips twitched.

Ji Rong's expression was a little hard to explain: "What are you doing with the blanket?"

Fu Yue said expressionlessly: "I'm cold."

Only then did Ji Rong notice that the clothes Fu Yue was wearing were very thin, as thin as a cicada's wings, and he only wore a suspender-like clothing underneath. He even saw the other person's two wisps with sharp eyes...

"...Who asked you to dress like this? Ridiculous!"

Ji Rong said angrily.

He pinched his brows and realized that those minions might have misunderstood him.

He just wants this woman to sleep with him, not to sleep with him.

Fu Yue was at least wearing a thick cloak before she was sent here. However, as soon as she entered, her cloak was taken away by the maid, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to seduce Ji Rong.

Now listen to Ji Rong say this.

Fu Yue almost couldn't believe her ears.

How could there be such an unreasonable person?

"Didn't His Majesty ask his concubine to sleep with you?"

Ji Rong narrowed her peach blossom eyes and her tone was gloomy, like a psychopath.

"Are you blaming me?"

Fu Yue: "...I just think you are a bit rebellious."

Ji Rong: "That's nonsense! I'll kill you!"

Fu Yue: "..."

Good second grade.

Ji Rong seemed to be very sleepy. He didn't have the patience to continue talking to Fu Yue with these useless words, so he grabbed Fu Yue's hand, pulled her down, and held her in his arms.

The world is spinning.

At this time, Fu Yue nestled in Ji Rong's arms in a slightly curled-up position. Her head rested on his chin, and a fragrant fragrance lingered in her nose. His hair even fell on her accidentally. on the cheek.

Slightly itchy.

Fu Yue struggled slightly, and Ji Rong's sweet and magnetic voice sounded in her ears.

"Be safe, or I will kill you."

As he spoke, his arms holding Fu Yue became a little tighter. He even lowered his head and rubbed Fu Yue's neck with his fair face, "Sleep."

These two words seemed to be snorted from the nose, with a hint of coquettishness.

Fu Yue: "..."

hehe.

This dog is holding her like a pillow.

*

In the middle of the night.

Ji Rong woke up with a headache.

Against the candlelight, the emperor's angular profile showed a beautiful cold white color. The dim yellow candlelight looked like flawless white jade soaked in blood, adding a bit of coldness and perverseness.

Those dark eyes were filled with blood.

Soaring murderous intent.