"What's up?"

"I send you to Your Majesty."

Song Junzhan lagged behind Xiao Li and walked together. It was still some distance from here to Xiao Li's bedroom.

After walking for a while, the snowy wind blew away most of his drunkenness, and he suddenly spoke: "I have lost. I wanted to make a request to Your Majesty. Would Your Majesty like to know what I want to say?"

Xiao Li: "Hmm?"

"Your Majesty..." Song Junzhan looked at Xiao Li with his blazing eyes, with shimmering light flashing in his eyes, and surging emotions seemed to be about to burst out in the next moment.

He suppressed his emotions, suppressed his emotions, lowered his head and moved closer, but he only dared to move closer.

"Your Majesty~~"

He shouted again, his slightly trembling voice carrying an ambiguous hook.

The two of them were so close that they could smell each other's breath. He only needed to move a little closer to fulfill his longing, but he didn't dare.

He was a subject and dared not blaspheme his emperor.

The longing in his heart was about to drive him crazy, but he could not bear to be blamed, alienated and hated by His Majesty.

Mustering up all my courage, I could only lean a little closer.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me..." He finally gave up: "I am drunk."

He is a coward.

Xiao Li calmly watched his prime minister struggling in pain, approaching and then retreating, which really tortured him terribly.

She is really a bad person. She doesn't feel pity for him, but finds him extremely interesting.

The next moment, before Song Junzhan completely retreated, Xiao Li pushed him against the pillar, raised his head slightly and kissed him hard.

Song Junzhan: 0.0......