Chapter 23
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God! System, come out! Why is Zhao An Yang not the emperor anymore? It can't be that while I was unconscious, Zhao An Yang was forced to abdicate!
God, what to do, what to do? Should I write a letter to my uncle first or run away first!
[He gave up his position on his own accord.] The system did not want to answer her question, but it couldn't stand her noisy voice.
"I gave the throne to Fu Hongyuan!" Zhao An Yang rubbed her head and patiently explained, "If I sit in this position, there will be enemies in the end. Although the palace is heavily guarded, I don't want you to be in any danger. "Zhao An Yang looked at her like he was spoiling a treasure as he caressed her cheeks.
Luo Qingchen was stunned. She could only feel an indescribable emotion.
So it was true that he didn't love beauties on the river …..
She raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck. She sniffed and leaned on his shoulder as she whispered, "You're so good to me. Even if you ….. can't do it ….. it doesn't matter."
What? Can't do it?
Zhao An Yang's entire body was burning like a dragon. So in her heart, she still thought he couldn't do it?
"Un, Emperor ….. Big Brother An Yang, whether you can't do it or not, I still love ….. Wu ….."
Luo Qingchen did not even finish speaking before he leaned down and locked his lips with hers. His familiar tongue gently wrapped around her little mouth as he sucked in her gentleness inch by inch.
What the hell, I haven't even finished confessing yet, how could I kiss her!?
[… …] In order to not be ruined, the system silently covered its eyes and ears.
Yi, it didn't seem to have these things …..
After a long time, when her cheeks were completely red and she powerlessly fell into his embrace, he finally gently let her go.
"Qing Er's physical strength is so weak, you'll be tormented to death by me in the future." Zhao An Yang looked at her shyly curled up in his embrace and began to tease her.
"Humph." She gave a soft snort. Her tone was like a moan, making him unable to resist leaning down and domineeringly kissing her lips again.
The strength in his arms became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to fuse with her.
"Ah —" Her wound was accidentally touched and she couldn't help but cry out in pain. Her face instantly turned pale.
"What's wrong?" Zhao An Yang immediately let go of her, his fingers trembling in panic.
His eyes were filled with anxiety, like a child who had done something wrong. He stared deeply at her.
"Pfft — —" Luo Qingchen slightly recovered from the pain. Looking at his anxious face, she couldn't help but laugh. She leaned her body against his warm chest and softly said, "Aren't you going to eat dinner?"
He had been busy the whole day and probably hadn't eaten anything yet. If he continued to kiss her, the food would turn cold.
His desire, which had already been under control, was ignited to the boiling point by her.
He smiled gently, wrapped his arm around her wound, and whispered into her ear, "I want to eat Qing'er first …"
"You …"
Before she could react, Zhao An Yang had already picked her up by the waist and walked into the inner hall.
Heavens, why was this scene so familiar!?
Looking at her cute face and recalling how she shyly said that it was okay even if he couldn't do it, Zhao An Yang's eyebrows unconsciously revealed a deep smile.
"Qing'er, whether it works or not, we'll know after we try!" Zhao An Yang gently placed her down, his eyes burning with passion.
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