Song Zhao looked at the faint curve of Si Yu's mouth, and his heart slighted.

Do powerful ministers want to cry because of sadness?

It seems that this betrayal of his confidant has given him a considerable impact.

The hands that were clenched together were released, and Song Zhao was no longer nervous, his eyes were pure and clean, and his voice was very light, "That... if you feel uncomfortable, just whine."

Si Yu's thin eyelids drooped.

His gaze flew past Song Zhao.

The little girl who had washed up was wearing a plain white shirt, with black hair hanging behind her shoulders, and her cheeks were soft and white, like a bud that was about to bloom on the branches.

And he knew very clearly that her body was also very delicate and soft.

At this time, the dogs had to whine out loud.

Si Yu's thin eyelids trembled a few times, and he rubbed a drunken blood color.

"Ji." He snorted from his nose, lowering his head with a look of dismay

The eyelashes cast shadows under the eyelids, like blooming black wings, outlining a thick darkness.

“…”

When did the powerful ministers look so sad and uncomfortable?

It’s so sad that it’s just that the betrayal of the confidants.

In his previous life, not only did his confidants betray him, but all the soldiers died for him.

At that time, he must have suffered even more.

Song Zhao felt sorry for him and couldn't help but sell a few small steps forward and come to him.

Si Yu frowned slightly, and when he lowered his eyes, his extremely long eyelashes trembled, and he was extremely melancholy, "What happened today has really hit me too hard."

Song Zhao raised his hand, walked through the man's arm, and landed his hand behind his shoulders and slapped it comfortably.

"When I was injured when I was young..." Song Zhao pursed his lips and said a little clumsyly, "Big brother... the elder brother comforted me like this. He said, patted me and the pain flew away... I think so, sadness is the same."

But later, she was injured again and again, and no one would pat her like this again.

Song Zhao has been away from the world for too long, and the only way to comfort people in his memory is to find this method from fragmentary fragments.

Si Yu's eyes are deep.

The girl's body was fragrant and soft, so she took the initiative to carry it over.

He suddenly leaned over and surrounded Song Zhao's waist.

His eyes were dull, and at an angle that Song Zhao could not see, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "I am a little sad today, I may need to take a while..."

Song Zhao put his chin on his shoulder and patted him patiently several more times.

Her wrists were sore after slapping, and she felt it was appropriate, so she let go of her hand and yawned, "Sleep, fall asleep, and the sadness will be gone."

She rubbed her eyes and crawled onto the bed, found her quilt, curled up, and lay down well.

Si Yu lay quietly beside her, looking at her with a sad look.

"I want to be with you tonight."

Song Zhao, “…”

"I can't sleep alone, I want to get closer to you and feel safe."

Si Yu stared at her, his tone was melancholy, mute and quiet, and his very low voice was wrapped in a hint of grievance and helplessness.

The powerful minister was such a noble and graceful man. At this time, the weak willow pinched the pink flower quilt on Song Zhao's body like a wind, and tentatively opened a small mouth.

He whispered, "Can I... come in?"

She felt so careful that she felt distressed.

Song Zhao, "Okay."

Si Yu quickly slid in with the gap like a loach.

The pink quilt is filled with fragrance, which is the smell of Azhao.

Si Yu has been used to hearing about it these days, and his physical and mental comfort is already inseparable.

Si Yu supported his head, sniffed deeply in his memory, and leaned in without hesitation.

The bed was warm, and Song Zhao was about to stick to the corner of the wall and said softly, "Why do I feel... you don't seem very sad?"

I can't just want to take advantage of it.

Si Yu lowered his eyes, "It must be that I don't want you to worry, the depression is not obvious enough."

“…”

But you have a good expression ability.

It's not the first time I've been sleeping in a bed, as long as it doesn't matter to each other.

Song Zhao closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The candle fire is extinguished.

The house fell into darkness in an instant.

After a while, the man leaned over to breathe, "Zhaozhao~"

Song Zhao responded softly.

"I want to hold hands."

Before Song Zhao could react, he felt the man beside him approaching her again. His arm tentatively rubbed her hand and held it.

In the darkness, Si Yu's smile gradually became perverted, and he slowly tangled with her fingers, "I feel much better if I feel like this."

“…”

Song Zhao sighed.

I thought to myself, let’s accommodate the powerful ministers today... It’s not the first time I have held hands.

Thinking of this, Si Yu immediately spoke again, "Can you hug me again?"

Song Zhao, “…Are you finished?”

"Just hug..."

Si Yu frowned and murmured, "I feel uncomfortable... Just coax me."

Song Zhao remained motionless.

"I want to coax..." He felt even more aggrieved

“…”

"Call me..."

"Okay, okay, I'll coax it!"

Song Zhao pinched his eyebrows.

The whole person turned around, his little face numbly hugged the man beside him, his chin resting on his shoulder, and smelled the fragrant smell of the wood on his body.

Si Yu succeeded in curling his lips,

When Song Zhao was about to let go, he quickly hugged her waist and prevented her from moving.

The man's warm breath sprinkled between her neck, itchy.

Song Zhao was stunned for a while and said, "...Didn't you say you only need a moment?"

"Where is enough at once..." Si Yu seemed to be unable to help it anymore, and a seductive laughter came out from his throat, "It takes a lot of time... Is it so easy for my brother to be satisfied."

Song Zhao was silent.

She paused and said angrily, "You are not sad at all, aren't you?"

Si Yu's low smile, and his chest was slightly shaken, and he said lazily, "The main minister of Zhaoyang County is sad, but I dare not be sad."

"..." Song Zhao suddenly felt that he was being fooled and immediately kicked him out in anger.

Si Yu is not.

He shamelessly raised his long legs and pressed them against others through the quilt, easily locking her whole body firmly in his circle of space.

"A Zhaozhao, why are you so cute..." The man lowered his head and rubbed his head gently, with a low voice that made him look so frightened, "I like my brother to die!"

The hand fell on the girl's slender waist, and she could feel the delicate feeling even through her clothes. I wonder how ecstasy it would be when fiddling with her.

"You are so bad... I will never coax you again." Song Zhao was angry.

Seeing that the little girl in her arms was furious, he said in a low voice,

"I really didn't feel sad because of Yun Xiu's betrayal. I'm such a cold-blooded person at heart.

Not only Yun Xiu, even if everyone betrayed me, I wouldn’t feel anything…”

Song Zhao opened his eyes wide and looked at him.

"But you want to hug me..."

He pinched her fingertips and said in a lazy tone, "I just thought, it's not impossible to be sad."

This world is dark and unpredictable.

He saw through it as early as when his father and mother passed away.

He never asked anyone to be loyal to him, because he himself was not a pure minister...

As long as he knows, Song Zhao will always be by his side and be nice to him, nothing else matters.
Chapter completed!