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The palace carpet is topped with loosely layered skirts and robes.

Passionate and out of control.

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Sheng Xiyan suddenly jumped out of Xuan Ling's arms, and was pressed back into his arms. He tilted his head and sniffed her neck tenderly.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Yan Yan's sweat is even more fragrant and alluring, making me intoxicated."

Sheng Xiyan lost her strength, hooked her arms around his neck, and was dying.

"emperor,"

"Yanyan, do you want me to hold you? Hmm?"

"Um."

"No sincerity?"

Sheng Xiyan's peach blossom eyes were misty, and she leaned in and pecked her red lips.

Xuan Ling smiled dotingly and picked her up sideways.

She was soft and warm, and holding her in his arms was effortless. She was a tiny ball in front of his seven foot eight inch frame.

Inside the golden embroidered curtain with dragon and phoenix patterns, after several times.

Around three o'clock in the morning.

Sheng Xiyan murmured in a muffled voice while sleeping.

Xuan Ling pulled the silk quilt to cover her and leaned in to listen.

“Ayan…Ayan…”

Xuan Ling sat up in shock, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly woke up.

Looking back at Sheng Xiyan, her black hair was behind her and her snow-white cheeks were still flushed, a mark of the sweetness just now.

Yanyan, you haven't forgotten Qi Yan yet.

After the bitterness, I figured it out.

It's understandable that you think of him on such a solemn day as today.

Xuan Ling leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“Baby, just say goodbye to him and forget about it, okay?

I'll give you some more time, but not too long."

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to turn pale.

Sheng Xiyan turned over and woke up in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she was startled.

A pair of bright eyes were staring at her deeply, without a smile, revealing exploration and majesty.

"Your Majesty, why are you awake so early? What time is it?"

She just stretched her neck to look at the sky outside the window,

Suddenly, someone grabbed his neck and he couldn't move.

He was jealous. He figured it out last night, but overturned it this morning.

Every time she called another man in her dream, he would punish her severely.

Pain, stinging pain,

Sheng Xiyan was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes. Why was this man going crazy so early in the morning?

She pleaded in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty...Xuan Lang...it hurts..."