100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Hearing the door, she raised her head slightly.

"This hunt, the regent will definitely take action. I think he will ambush you here."

As she spoke, she saw the young prime minister walking slowly, the snow-colored long coat please move, he tucked his sleeves and lowered his eyes, and his steps were unhurried.

Walking to the table, Yu Chu pointed out the map to him, "Look, is it possible that he is here..."

Before he finished speaking, one hand gently held her sleeve, the boy leaned over, his lips were on hers, Yu Chu didn't have time to push him, and someone grabbed his waist.

The prime minister's body was fragrant and seductive, his slender fingers raised her chin, bit her lips lightly, and then smiled and pushed away, his eyes were dark and cold, "It's possible."

Yu Chu blinked, only to realize that he was answering her question just now.

"You... don't move, I'm talking about serious business." She pursed her lips.

Rong Xian sat at the table, glanced at her vaguely, and said slowly, "Am I not serious?"

"..."

Just looking at his bright and dazzling appearance, a pair of clear and deep ink eyes looked at him quietly.

Yu Chu glared at him, his hand was pulled down by his drooping eyes again, and he held it gently.

The Prime Minister's gaze then fell on the map. After looking at it for a while, he raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised: "These places are indeed where he may be ambushing."

He paused, "It's just..."

Yu Chu blinked, "Just what?"

The young prime minister quietly looked at the annotations on the map and said calmly, "Your Majesty's words are really ugly."

"..."

Yu Chu dropped the pen, "I can't have any shortcomings?"

The white-robed prime minister smiled lightly.

This person has this ability, no matter how angry he is, he smiles like this, and his always cold appearance melts slightly, forming another kind of warm beauty.

Yu Chu's temper stopped abruptly.

Depressed, she picked up the pen again, and was just about to continue drawing in circles, but the young prime minister raised her eyes and glanced at the night outside, "It's getting late."

"Don't disturb me, I'm busy." Yu Chu was rude.

Rong Xian sat quietly, without urging, quietly watching her draw in circles for a few minutes, until she rubbed her eyes, he smiled lightly: "Rest, you are sleepy."

Hearing what he said, Yu Chu thought that he had escaped the catastrophe, so he quickly dropped his pen, stood up, and walked to the palace.

The snow-clothed boy lowered his eyes and followed slowly.

"What are you doing?" Yu Chu stopped.

Rong Xian looked at her quietly, "I only sleep with you and do nothing."

Yu Chu was stunned for a while, but Rong Xian had already looked away, and walked slowly to the bed, with his long fingers on his belt, with a cold expression, he lowered his eyes and unbuttoned the buckle.

He turned his face slightly, took off his snow-white coat, the young man was wearing a clean white tunic, his slender figure stood in the light, his clear and deep ink eyes looked at her quietly, and he stretched out a hand with beautiful knuckles towards her: "come over."

"..."

Seeing that he really didn't want to do anything, Yu Chu walked over obediently and was gently embraced by the young man. His slender fingers lifted the quilt and kissed her forehead calmly.

"Go to sleep."

Yu Chu was lying on the bed and closed his eyes, thinking silently in his heart that Manager Li outside was afraid that he would be worried all night.

The noble and cold prime minister of the Great Le Dynasty lived in the same bedroom and bed with the little emperor.

Gee.

After thinking about how stunned Director Li would be, Yu Chu fell asleep holding the Prime Minister with peace of mind.