The Tyrant's Beloved Empress

Chapter 33

Standing up in a daze, An Changqing was about to go out barefoot: "I'll go outside to enjoy the shade."

Xiao Zhige looked at his cheeks flushed and his eyes were still confused, knowing that this was the stamina of the wine coming out, and he was still drunk. He quickly grabbed the person: "It's cold outside, be careful of catching the cold."

An Changqing refused to give up and yelled at him, "Let go of me, I'm hot..."

Xiao Zhige had no choice but to push the person back on the (bed chuang), searched for a while to find a fan, and coaxed: "You lie down, I will fan you and it won't get hot."

An Changqing was dubious, and finally lay down with her hands on her lower abdomen obediently, and then looked at him with a pair of drunken eyes. Xiao Zhige took a deep breath, covered him with the bedding to his abdomen, and shook the fan to fan him.

Feeling the cool breeze, An Changqing finally calmed down. Seeing his eyes closed slightly, Xiao Zhige was about to let down his fan with a sigh of relief, and then listened to him grumbling aggrievedly: "The stomach is uncomfortable..."

"Where does it hurt? I'll call the doctor?" Xiao Zhige frowned.

An Changqing squatted her mouth, grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach, and muttered, "You rub it for me, so it won't hurt."

Amidst a layer of coat, but still could feel the slight warm touch under his palm, Xiao Zhige moved his palm stiffly, but was urged dissatisfiedly by An Changqing: "Push harder..."

Xiao Zhige didn't know how many times he sighed, so he resigned and rubbed his stomach with more strength.

After rubbing for a while, An Changqing began to stare in confusion again, with both hands around (touching Mo), coming (touching Mo), and after a long while (touching Mo), she suddenly widened her eyes and looked at puzzledly. Xiao Zhige: "Why doesn't the prince accompany me to sleep?"

Xiao Zhige's forehead bounced with blue veins, but he could only coax him warmly: "Now I'm going to sleep."

Then he opened the bedding and lay down next to him.

The contented An Changqing rolled into his arms and buried his face in his arms contentedly. Xiao Zhige looked at him vigilantly, and as expected, he raised his head again after a while, with a confused face: "Why doesn't the prince study for me?"

He clearly remembered that Xiao Zhige would study to coax him to sleep.

Xiao Zhige had to pat him on the back while memorizing military records to him.

An Changqing hummed a few times and was finally satisfied.

It's just that Xiao Zhige felt the (chest xiong) flapping and flapping eyelashes, knowing that he must not be asleep yet, and he was probably thinking of some strange thoughts again. Xiao Zhige didn't know for a while whether he should regret drinking these wines with him.

With a long sigh, Xiao Zhige felt that there was no movement in his arms. He was thinking whether he was asleep, but he heard him vaguely say: "You haven't kissed me yet."

Xiao Zhige: "..."

He only felt that his mind was blank for a moment, and he stared straight at the person in his arms.