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The sudden beep made Yan Qingning slightly stunned. He didn't notice that his eyes were staring at Shen Zhuoan without any scruples.

Shen Zhuo'an felt uncomfortable with his gaze and subconsciously took a step back.

The moment his dark eyes narrowed, they gradually became darker, and some of the untimely darkness that had been suppressed by the heart of power emerged again.

He was certain that he had no feelings for this idiot emperor at all, but he was eager to possess the supreme power and use this to imprison this idiot emperor who had nothing but beauty.

This has nothing to do with love, it's just possessiveness...

"Master National Preceptor, please don't blame me, okay?"

Yan Qingning gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and the tail of his eyes drooped slightly, with a hint of flattery.

Shen Zhuo'an pulled back the corner of his clothes that he was holding, but grabbed his hand and pressed him on the bed.

The distance between the two was extremely close, and even their hot and moist breaths were intertwined with each other, making their faces inevitably stained with crimson. The atmosphere was extremely ambiguous at this time.

Shen Zhuo'an held down his hands with one hand, and moved the other hand affectionately down from the center of his eyebrows.

Yan Qingning could feel the cold fingertips slowly moving down from the center of his eyebrows, sliding across the bridge of his nose, thin lips, and jaw, until they landed on his Adam's apple, bit by bit, with a hint of teasing.

"His Majesty delayed political affairs in such a way and ignored the people's livelihood and the country. Such irresponsible behavior really deserves punishment."

He was obviously doing something extremely intimate and ambiguous, but his eyes were filled with disgust and an icy chill.

Yan Qingning felt his movements without any sign of resistance. She swallowed subconsciously and said in a hoarse voice, "How do you want to punish me, Master Imperial Master?"

"As long as it is your punishment, I...will accept it completely..."

Shen Zhuo'an's fingertips pressed against his fragile blood vessels through a layer of flesh, and he lowered his eyes to look at the completely unconcealed love in his eyes. His deep eyes were still cold: "If your Majesty is not good at handling political affairs, you can Leave all final decision-making power to the minister.”

"Is this what the Imperial Master wants?"

"Your Majesty always knows what I need."

Yan Qingning's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her eyelids silently, and the dimness in her eyes disappeared in front of Shen Zhuo'an.

This person is not his god. His god has a heart for the world and compassion for all living beings. He can never be this kind of person who is greedy for power.

Such a despicable person should be himself...

After not getting a response from Yan Qingning for a long time, Shen Zhuo'an turned his eyes to him again. Seeing the disappointed look on his face, he lowered his voice slightly and said, "Your Majesty, you can ask me for something else."

"I will try my best to do whatever is within my ability."

When he said this, he deliberately lowered his tone, showing a bit of affection. The ends of his eyes were slightly raised with seductive lust, and his hands secretly activated the attraction effect of the mother voodoo on the child voodoo in his body. .

Earlier, when he stayed in the palace under the pretext of taking shelter from the rain, he took the opportunity to plant a love voodoo on the little emperor, so he knew very well that all the love the little emperor had for him came from the effectiveness of the voodoo.

Strange emotions kept surging in his heart, eating away at his reason over and over again, forcing him to subconsciously want to get close to Shen Zhuo'an, wanting to get close to Shen Zhuo'an, so that there was an inseparable intimacy between the two.

Yan Qingning frowned without any trace, and closed her eyes to restrain the strange emotions that were constantly surging in her heart.

No!

His feelings can only be given to true gods!

A hypocritical fake is not worthy to be compared with the Lord God!

The waiting process was always long, and the coldness in Shen Zhuoan's deep eyes gradually turned into impatience: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

The round nails dug deeply into the palms of his hands, and his remaining sanity was frantically resisting the body's instincts. However, his persistence did not last long, and was completely defeated by Shen Zhuoan's next actions.

Shen Zhuo An forcefully opened his jaw, kissed his lips deeply, and greedily took in his breath.

The sub-gu in Yan Qingning's body felt the breath of the mother-gu and began to become crazily active, forcing him to get closer to Shen Zhuo'an and become more intimate with Shen Zhuo'an.

He was breathless due to the forced tilt of his head, and there was a faint crimson color at the end of his eyes, with tears hanging on his eyelashes, and from time to time he let out ecstatic sobs.

A coldness flashed in Shen Zhuo'an's eyes. When Yan Qingning was completely addicted to desire, he let go of his hands and stopped all the intimate ambiguity, leaving Yan Qingning hanging alone.

"Your Majesty, are you willing to hand over the decision-making power on political affairs to your hands?"

Yan Qingning was lying on the bed, breathing heavily, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes: "If you want... you can just help yourself..."

After Shen Zhuoan got the answer he wanted, he didn't stay here too long and took away the pile of memorials on the desk.

Yan Qingning was still lying on the bed, his light eyes losing focus again.

Xiaobai was a little worried about his condition and scratched the wall in the system space. [Host, are you... okay? 】

Yan Qingning didn't reply to him. He sat up from the bed and raised his hand to press on his heart, quietly feeling the inexplicable throbbing.

Emotions that went against his heart filled his heart, causing him to lose his mind uncontrollably time and time again because of Shen Zhuo'an's approach. Even his body was instinctively seeking opportunities to get close to Shen Zhuo'an.

Yan Qingning lowered his eyes and stared at the red marks on his wrists caused by Shen Zhuoan's pinching, his eyebrows filled with disgust.

He roughly wiped his lips with his sleeve over and over again until the swollen lips broke the skin and refused to stop even though they were bleeding.

The smell of his own blood filled his mouth, as well as the smell of platycodon flowers from Shen Zhuoan's body. Mixed together, they only made him feel...

Extremely disgusting.

There was tea on the table that the palace attendant had bought for him. Yan Qingning didn't care whether the water was hot or cold. He took a swig and rinsed his mouth. He repeated it three or four times until there was no trace of Platycodon flower left by Shen Zhuoan in his mouth. The breath will stop.

Yan Qingning half-knelt beside the bed, lowered his head, and murmured chokedly over and over again: "Lord God, your followers are unclean..."

"Lord God, please stop my heart that beats not only for you..."

……

Xiaobai looked at him in the system space, looking like he had lost his mind, and shrank back with some fear.

In addition to the calculation of the love value of the task target, the system space also has the calculation of Yan Qingning's love value of the task target.

Xiaobai had never watched it before because most of Yan Qingning's love values ​​for the mission targets remained within the positive range, but this time, Yan Qingning's love value display for the mission targets directly sounded a piercing alarm.

Xiaobai was worried that something was wrong, so he hurried over to take a look.

The bright red numbers were brightly lit at the top of the display, and the values ​​​​on it made even a novice who was used to seeing so many small worlds a little scared.

Yan Qingning's love value for the mission target in this world is: -10000.