It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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Xi Ye's ears were a little hot.

Obviously he is the superior person who presumptuously looks people over and over again, but Gu Cong's burning eyes inadvertently revealed a kind of straightforward and harmless aggression.

Like a grown-up ferocious beast, no matter how docile and well-behaved it is, it can't be as harmless as when it was a child.

However, the tenderness of the first two worlds together made Xi Ye not have any vigilance against this "beast".

The endless pain seemed to be overshadowed by another more turbulent emotion. The thin and pale young man lowered his eyes, staring at Gu Cong almost greedily.

However, the words in his mouth were completely opposite and calm: "Take it if you want it."

"It's not a rare thing."

"Kechen thinks it tastes better than all the previous dishes." Without hesitation, he picked up a piece of broken cake with his hands and put it in his mouth. Gu Cong carefully tied the handkerchief wrapped in the dessert into a small bundle, put it in his arms, and smiled.

He always cherishes what the little emperor gives him, whether it is clothes, pastries, or used silk handkerchiefs.

Even the wound on the shoulder with the small tooth marks, he often wanted to raise his hand to touch it.

After everything was tidied up, Gu Cong habitually stood behind the little emperor, pressed his head on his head, and said in a casual manner, "I met King An in the Library Pavilion today."

Xi Ye: "Yes."

"What did you talk about?"

"Just a few casual greetings, asking what I'm doing." The skin under the fingertips moved, as if the owner frowned slightly, keenly aware of the little emperor's unhappiness, Gu Cong paused, and then opened his mouth to recount what happened in the Library Pavilion, vividly, without missing a word.

Xi Ye, who missed this projection because he was in a hurry to find someone, was finally satisfied.

"When you meet him in the future, just pretend you haven't seen him, stay away, or come to my side." When the mind is calm, the headache will be relieved to some extent, Xi Ye closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hearing the faint disgust in the little emperor's tone, Gu Cong blurted out without thinking, "Maybe it's an illusion, I always think that King An and Shijun Pei are very similar."

Whether it is King An, who is well-respected among the people, or Pei Yi, who is quite favored in the palace, they are not the objects that he, a little servant, can "gobble his tongue" at will, but Gu Cong just said it, without even a trace of hesitation.

The hand resting on the little emperor's temple was pinned down, and his icy fingertips covered it. From bottom to top, the young man leaned on the soft pillow and looked at him with interest: "Is the waiter Gu eating?"

Slowly remembering that Pei Yi's identity is a servant, and he associates him with a foreigner for no reason. At first glance, it really sounds like a jealous tactic.

Knowing that he was innocent, he should immediately deny it, but he couldn't say anything to explain those dark phoenix eyes.

He really hated Pei Yi.

Hate that the other party got the little emperor's heart, but discarded it like a pair of shoes, trampled on the ground.

"I do have selfish intentions," Gu Cong admitted honestly, not sure what the turbulent emotions should be defined at the moment, "but the words just now have nothing to do with selfish intentions."