Chapter 117 Huai Xi...Not Concentrated

On the towering attic, Song Huaixi leaned relaxedly in Zhao Fangye's arms and looked at the scenery in the distance. From time to time, he turned his head and talked and laughed with the people behind him.

The setting sun gradually disappeared from their sight, and a layer of light purple covered the sky. The wind started to blow on the platform, and the late autumn wind was already bitingly cold.

"Let's go, it's windy." Zhao Fangye held the man in his arms and took him downstairs.

The two walked back hand in hand along the way they came. Song Huaixi hooked his hand and swung it high up and then down, feeling very happy.

When Zhao Fangye brought him out, he ordered him not to have anyone serve him. Without anyone else around, Song Huaixi seemed more at ease. I couldn't help but want to act coquettishly with Zhao Fangye.

Holding Zhao Fangye's hand and swinging it back and forth, Song Huaixi shouted, "Hmm! Let's row the boat!"

If Zhao Fangye were to do such a childish thing to someone else, he would only feel very impatient and annoyed. But Song Huaixi has a simple personality, and this makes Zhao Fangye like him even more.

Zhao Fangye leaned closer to him and asked him with a smile: "Are you so happy?"

"Um!"

Song Huaixi nodded vigorously. I think it’s really great to live in a palace. It was delicious and fun, and Zhao Fangye was by his side. As he thought about it, he counted the things that made him happy.

"The house here is beautiful and big. I can fly a kite here. And the food here is delicious!!!"

"Really?" Zhao Fangye smiled lightly, moved by Song Huaixi's innocence.

Zhao Fangye grew up in the palace and saw the dark side of the magnificent imperial city. His thoughts were secretly the opposite of his. In his eyes, the palace was like a cage and a gloomy den of ghosts. It's a hell where people are eaten without leaving any bones.

But in front of the naive Song Huaixi, he would only feel that this place was beautiful, spacious, and the food was delicious. His eyes are pure white, so the world is pure white in his eyes.

At the same time, Zhao Fangye was very glad that he could see the beauty of this world through Song Huaixi's eyes.

Song Huaixi was talking excitedly, but he found that Zhao Fangye didn't say anything but just looked at him quietly with doting eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Song Huaixi stopped chattering and stopped to look at him. A pair of blunt eyes with a hint of doubt.

With a light laugh, Zhao Fangye stretched out his hand and pinched the soft flesh on his cheek: "Did you have enough tonight?"

"Are you full? I'm even too stuffed!" Song Huaixi didn't understand why he asked again, but still answered honestly.

Seeing him acting silly, Zhao Fangye couldn't help but smile. Her eyes lingered on his pretty face.

He chuckled, his hoarse voice filled with burning passion: "Huai Xi, what should I do if I'm not full yet?"

"ah?"

It was obvious that Zhao Fangye ate a lot at dinner and he finished all the dishes that I picked for him.

Why aren’t you full yet? Song Huaixi was a little confused, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Zhao Fangye was very amazing and he ate more than others.

Then, Song Huaixi said anxiously: "Then let's go back and eat!"

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Zhao Fangye gave a narrow smile: "Huai Xi said this himself."

Song Huaixi was confused by his words. Before she could react, she picked him up and strode towards the bedroom.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Eat you."

When Song Huaixi figured out the meaning of Zhao Fangye's words, Zhao Fangye had already walked a long way with him in his arms. It is only a short distance to the bedroom.

When the palace servants along the way saw the emperor coming, they all put down their work and knelt on the ground. Song Huaixi buried herself shyly in Zhao Fangye's arms and dared not look up.

After entering the bedroom, Zhao Fangye held Song Huaixi in his arms and said without looking back: "Everyone, leave!"

The servants rushed out of the bedroom and closed the door. Before Song Huaixi's feet even touched the ground, Zhao Fangye held her and pressed her against the gold-lacquered and carved palace door.

Eager lips kissed up inch by inch. Song Huaixi's mind was in a mess and he could only accept Zhao Fangye's plunder.

Zhao Fangye held Song Huaixi tightly with his powerful arms, as if he was afraid that the pattern on the door would hurt his head, and his other hand gently supported the back of his head. Kiss him in a controlling manner.

Song Huaixi felt the warmth from his lips, and the sound of their intertwined breathing beside his ears gradually became heavier, bringing him back from his deep thoughts.

Only then did he realize where they were, and thought of the palace maids who were just outside the door. Song Huaixi's whole body felt hot.

She quickly reached out to push away Zhao Fangye's approaching body: "Um...wait...not here..."

“Someone…”

Zhao Fangye's eyes were burning with desire when he was interrupted. He couldn't hold back as early as the first time he saw Song Huaixi.

Now her rationality was completely gone. She frowned in dissatisfaction, leaned forward and bit his plump lower lip. The voice was low and sexy: "Huai Xi, not concentrating..."

Then she rubbed his gently with the tip of her nose. Like a puppy seeking love, with accusations and dissatisfaction. Song Huaixi only felt a loud bang in his head.

I couldn't care about anything else, my heartbeat was like beating a gong or a drum. He had never seen Zhao Fangye in such an expression before.

She stretched out her arms and tightly wrapped them around his neck, then suddenly kissed Zhao Fangye's beautiful lips. The things he was worried about just now had long been thrown out of his mind.

The person who received the response had desire in his eyes. He held the weak person in his arms and rocked him gently. Kissing each other, they walked towards the bed.

Song Huaixi didn't know how he got to the bed, nor did he remember how his clothes disappeared. The only thing his body could feel was Zhao Fangye’s fiery kiss, which seemed to be burning him as well.

Zhao Fangye pressed the man down on the couch and kissed his nose tip, eyelashes, and forehead bit by bit. As if holding a treasure, he asked carefully: "Huai Xi, do you miss me...?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Song Huaixi's smooth cheeks. He panted and reached out his hands to hold Zhao Fangye's face: "I miss you... I miss you so much..."

"Hmm..."

Thin lips covered the mouth that expressed longing, and the bony hands stroked along the thin back like a flexible snake teasing back and forth on his fair skin.

"Me too....."

After a long drought, it rained, and Song Huaixi was sweating all over. Zhao Fangye's hair swayed back and forth in front of his collarbone, causing a slight itch on his skin.

Reaching out and grabbing his blood-thirsty arm, Song Huaixi begged for mercy in a low voice: "I'm so tired... Zhao Fangye..."

Taking his hand and interlocking their fingers, Zhao Fangye kissed the back of Song Huaixi's hand lightly. The heat in his eyes was like a prairie fire, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Huaixi, be good, bear with it a little longer."

The gauze hanging on the four corners of the bed curtains kept swaying with its owner until late at night. After everything was done, Song Huaixi had fallen asleep in Zhao Fangye's arms.

"Someone come!"

The servants immediately filed in, prepared everything, and then hurriedly left.

After cleaning the person up, Zhao Fangye held the person in his arms and fell into a deep sleep. This was the most peaceful sleep he had had in half a month.