There is a darkroom in the study, which is a place to rest when you are tired from reading books on weekdays.

No one is qualified to come in this place.

Look at how big the little emperor's face is.

Li Aotian came to the bed in the darkroom with the fluttering little emperor in his arms.

The bed is carved with a green dragon pattern, and the bed board is made of crystal, which can be described as warm in winter and cool in summer.

The thin quilt is a good light silk quilt, which is embroidered with gold thread every needle and thread, soft and smooth, and covers the body as thin as a feather.

The jade pillow is embedded with a lot of soothing herbs, and it is very comfortable to lie on.

If you let Li Yushu see such luxury, you will definitely be happy in your heart.

Now Liyushu is asleep, when Liaotian put her on the bed, this Liyushu is comfortable and doesn't know the east, west, north and south, and she is dragged over the thin quilt in her lap and falls asleep comfortably on her side.

"Emperor, do you want to change your clothes?" The orange candlelight actually reflected the ambiguity in the room, this ambiguity edified the 'ferocious' in the emperor's body, looking at the little emperor's smooth and tender face, and the heart of the proud sky fluttered.

This is the first time that this kind of rapid heartbeat has been felt.

Liao Tianxia subconsciously rolled the lower Adam's apple.

The whole body is hot, and for some reason, I especially want to get close to the little emperor.

So he sprayed the hot air into her cochlea, and Liyushu felt a burst of itching, and impatiently raised his fist and swung it at the obstacle.

Li Aotian, who has always been quick to react, was half a beat slower this time, and that small fist swung firmly towards his face.

With a 'hiss', he gasped for air, and he even suspected that this little thing was deliberate.

Fang Cai's impulse was also lost by this fist.

Forget it, if you don't change her clothes, what if she bites.

Li Aotian took a basin of cool water to clean his face, and told Jasmine by the way: "The emperor stays in the study to sleep tonight, you go to rest." ”

Jasmine was almost stunned by lightning.

Lonely men and widows live in the same room.

She was really worried that the emperor's true identity would be exposed, but in the face of Li Aotian's deep eyes, Jasmine had no choice but to retreat in a sneering manner, lest her procrastinating expression attract Li Aotian's attention.

Li Aotian took off his satin boots, went to bed, and lay down beside Li Yushu.

The little emperor's faint fragrance wandered between his noses, and he fell asleep in this fragrance until dawn on the second day.

Early morning.

I woke up very early from Aotian, and my spirit was also very vibrant, and the little emperor slept on his stomach like a little king.

He took a look, and suddenly wanted to see how she was gluing the book.

Li Aotian took the glued book and leaned against the bed to flip through it.

Huh?

What's going on?

Why can't it be turned smoothly?

Li Aotian frowned, he forcibly ripped open a page along the book seal, and found that there were dry marks on it, which looked dirty and slimy.

"What is this?" Leaving Aotian puzzled to himself, he also leaned in and sniffed it.

"Emperor." Li Aotian pushed away from Yushu, and Liyushu, who had slept all night, slowly woke up with her eyelashes, and was startled when she saw the person in front of her: "Ah, Uncle Huang, what are you doing?" ”

Li Aotian looked at her gloomily, and waved the book in his hand: "Emperor, what is glued to the book?" Pastries? ”

Because pastries are slimy.

Liyushu's head was muddy, yawned, and said lazily, "No, it's my big snot." ”