After rebirth, the regent thought about the following crimes every day

Rumo's eyes looked at him, and he tilted his head slightly: "Go home."

Which house are you going back to?

Jun Changque sighed: "I haven't arrived yet, you should go back."

He said and motioned for him to let go.

Mo Yanzhuo didn't let go, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "We're here, Ah Que, come back with me."

The persistent tone made him look sober.

It seems that he won't go in unless he goes.

Jun Changque nodded: "Okay."

"Yeah." Mo Yan responded with a smile on his face.

In front of the servants of the palace, he pulled himself back to his courtyard, and the hands that he had wanted to hide in his sleeves were exposed, as if he was deliberately showing that he had brought someone back.

But looking at his childish and unconscious look, Jun Changque felt that he was overthinking.

After being served and washed, he pulled him to his bedroom, and the two of them lay on the big bed together.

Jun Changque realized belatedly that he didn't think much about it at all.

He did it on purpose.

However, feeling the comfortable big bed under him, he was too lazy to move and closed his eyes.

Where to sleep is not sleep?

There was no shortage of this bed in the Prince Regent's palace.

I don't know when, he fell asleep.

Mo Yanzhuo, who was beside him, stood up and looked at him with his head propped up. His eyes were clear, how could he still be drunk?

He looked at him, raised the corners of his lips, and finally turned His Highness to his bed.

The sleeping Highness was unusually quiet, his eyelashes were fluttering, his breathing was soft, his thin crimson lips seemed to be very soft, and his long black hair was spread out messily.

The outer robe was taken off, and the skin under the bottom garment was fair, with delicate collarbones. The figure was thin but not weak, exuding ultimate charm.

Too bad nothing can be done.

Your Highness is really reassured by him, but this kind of reassurance is a reassurance that has no other thoughts at all.

Suddenly recalling the feeling of the last secret kiss and the scene in his dream, he took a breath.

He slowly came closer and stopped just above his lips.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I really want to.

This person was sleeping beside him so unpreparedly that he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself.

If His Highness wakes up, why don't you kill him?

He didn't dare to gamble.

After hesitating for a moment, he lay down again and turned sideways towards him, staring at his profile with burning eyes, thinking about those treacherous scenes in his mind.

His hand reached down.

The noble regent has never treated himself in this way, but rather than disturbing the people around him at this time, he is more willing to step down from the altar, become a layman, and enjoy the happiness of the world.

"Your Highness... um..." The corners of his eyes flashed with emotion and redness, and the cold banished immortal completely fell into the mortal world.

He leaned his face against the bed sheet, moved his head close to him, and kissed his hair carefully.

"Well."

After a long time, a seductive moan escaped from his thin lips. The clouds and rain stopped, and his messy breathing gradually calmed down. He frowned and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Your Highness."

I don’t know whether it was the guilt of offending Jun Changque or the discomfort of not getting a response.

He closed his eyes, got up and went behind the screen, changed out of his clothes, went to the next room, washed himself with cold water, and then returned to the bed and lay down.

He was nervously paying attention and didn't dare to get it on him.

When he packed up and lay down on the quilt, Jun Changque unconsciously turned his back to him.

Mo Yanzhuo leaned over gently and closed his eyes.

She lay there for a while, feeling sleepy thinking about the contentment of having him sleeping next to her.

The morning light shone into the room. Jun Changque opened his eyes and stared blankly at the bed curtain above his head.

After a moment, I remembered that I should be at the Regent's Palace.

He moved and tried to raise his hand, but found that his arm was pressed down by something.

Turning his head to look, the regent's handsome face fell into his eyes. His head rested on his shoulder, and his breath seemed to be brushing against his neck.

As he tilted his head, their breaths became entangled.

Jun Changque was stunned again and did not move.