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

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Xi Ye has never experienced such a "violent" kiss.

Intense, as if the next second is the end of the world, with the momentum of death.

"Gu..." The short name was called in pieces, and the poor shape brought about by age made it impossible for him to break free. His lips were sore, and the faint smell of rust permeated. This seemed to stimulate the instinct buried in the trumpet's body. The movement was faster than consciousness. Xi Ye was dazed, and bit back his mouth in retaliation.

The force used this time was a bit heavy, but the man who was bitten was not angry. Instead, he seized the opportunity and drove straight in without raising his eyes. He precisely grasped the little emperor's arm that was about to be pushed away, held the slender wrist exposed by the hanging sleeve, and pressed it against the screen painted with ink and wash of mountain scenery.

Xi Ye was a little breathless.

The mother was sick in the womb and ate a lot of poison sent by the protagonist. This body is too weak. He can only use his other free hand to hold Gu Cong's collar tightly, follow the rhythm of the other party, be led by the other party, keep going up, up, and then fall heavily.

But at this time, the man who made him so embarrassed became gentle, his empty hands tightly wrapped around his waist, supported him, and licked the small wounds on his lips that had been bitten by his teeth, like comforting a frightened little animal, making an honest and considerate look.

"Good" is very good.

Also cunning.

When Xi Ye found his breath again, his whole body almost turned into a puddle of water. If Gu Cong hadn't supported him, he might have flowed down the screen softly.

The slight lack of oxygen made the limbs unable to exert strength, and the slightly swollen lips were stained with water, bright red, like the most delicate and dewy petals in spring, his chest heaved rapidly, and the young emperor stared at the other party fiercely, but finally he could only say: "Presumptuous."

The minister does not bite? It's all bullshit.

It's a pity that his current appearance is really not deterrent.

The corners of his eyes were red as if he had cried, and his voice was also hoarse. Gu Cong didn't speak, but leaned over and kissed the little emperor's lips again uncontrollably.

He felt that he was probably going to die.

What gushes out of my heart is not fear, but a large wave of light joy, and there is a desire to get more dissatisfaction.

In front of a wall is the Yizheng Hall where hundreds of officials worship, but he is doing such intimate things with the little emperor in such a solemn place.

Reluctantly, he finally stroked the little emperor's wrist, Gu Cong, who was sure that the other party could stand on his own, knelt down after a long absence, bowed his head, and waited for the final punishment.

Xi Ye's anger burst into flames: "Who allowed you to kneel!"

Gu Cong raised his eyes in surprise.

He never expected that the little emperor was most concerned about this.

At such a critical time when he might lose his head, he was still very obedient and stood up neatly, hoping that the other party would stop frowning.

The palace people waiting outside had already faintly heard the noise, but none of them dared to ask. During the few seconds waiting for the verdict, countless thoughts flashed through Gu Cong's mind, and finally he only said one sentence: "Your Majesty."