Tyrant help me to God

Feeling the slight sinking of the bed, Gu Yue woke up from a strange dazed state, and glanced at the beauty lying on his own bed who was smiling at him.

The beauty looked at him with a smile, and the collar on her body was even slightly loosened because of the movement of lying down, and the black hair was spread out on the bed, revealing a strange charm in her laziness.

It has to be said that Gu Chaoshui's appearance is so deceptive. Even Gu Yue was stunned for a moment with this look of lying on the bed and letting others ravage him.

It's a pity that although the beauty is good, she can't be provoked.

After regaining his senses, Gu Yue lowered his head so that he would not be confused by Gu Chaoshui's appearance. He looked at Gu Chaoshui's slender collarbone, rolled on the spot, and rolled to the other side of the bed.

Gu Chaoshui lightly stated that pulling someone to behead had a profound impact on him. Even if he didn't see the tragic situation of those two beautiful men being beheaded, Gu Yue still had a certain psychological shadow on the person in front of him.

The specific manifestation is that now he doesn't even dare to scold Emperor Gu Chaoshuigou in his heart...

Just now, Gu Yue and Gu Chaoshui opened a little distance, and Gu Yue was about to breathe a sigh of relief. When the beauty stretched out her long arms, she was about to reach out to catch him. Just as Gu Yue raised his heart, he suddenly thought that the distance of more than one meter between the two was too far. No, and silently let go of the raised heart.

But Gu Chaoshui's arms were lowered, grabbing the corner of his clothes.

It was too late to say it, but when Gu Yue realized something was wrong, a strong force came from the corner of his clothes. For a moment, Gu Yue was completely unable to resist, and the world spun for less than a second. in the embrace of.

Gu Yue: "..."

Not daring to take the risk of losing his life to reject the tyrant, but he was inexplicably unwilling not to struggle. Gu Yue quietly grabbed Gu Chao's sailor's clothes, pulled it outward with extremely light force, and then Just gave up struggling.

It can be said to be extremely formalistic.

Satisfied with his little reluctance, Gu Yue tilted his head and pretended to glance at Gu Chaoshui casually, thinking that the tyrant hadn't noticed his little action, and he just breathed a sigh of relief, but there were a few vibrations from his chest that was pressed against him behind him.

"Cough, cough, concubine Ai wants to get rid of her loneliness so pretentiously, is this a refusal to welcome?"

Hearing this ridicule, Gu Yue froze, then slowly shook his head.

"Oh, isn't the concubine wanting to refuse and welcome, or throwing herself into her arms?"

Gu Yue: "I vote for you... I didn't throw myself in my arms."

"Really? Since Aifei didn't throw herself into her arms, why are you in Gu's arms?"

Gu Yue stared at the ceiling with a pair of dead fish eyes, as if the ceiling was his destination: "I don't know."

For some reason, the laughter behind him got louder.

But what did that matter to him?As long as the tyrant doesn't feed him small navel oranges on the spot, everything is none of his business.

Looking at the unattractive ceiling, Gu Yue only felt that his soul had been sublimated.

Before he sublimated for a while, a pair of cool hands slowly moved upwards and pinched his cheeks.

Gu Yue: "..."

His cheeks were slowly kneaded, and Gu Yue lost the ability to think. Under the serious life threat in front of him, he gave up struggling and decided to lie down and let it go.

Don't you just pinch your face?Manly man, what's the matter with pinching it?

Silently doing psychological construction for himself in his heart, so that he will not be scared off by someone or subconsciously resist to achieve the achievement of death, so that he can lie down more flatly, and when the posture of lying down makes the tyrant in front of him more satisfied, Gu Yue heard the news from behind. There is a voice.

"Aifei's face is really soft."

Gu Yue felt that his soul could be sublimated a little more: "...Thank you?"

"There is no need to thank Gu."

Gu Yue: "Okay, Your Majesty."

Gu Yue had a face that had been kneaded into various shapes, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the wall opposite the bed.

Ah, this wall really needs to be beaten, but if I hit it with my bare hands, I can't beat it.

Gu Chaoshui seemed to like Gu Yue's face very much, and kept pinching it for many times, until Gu Yue felt that his face was going to turn red from being pinched, so he could barely let go.

Before Gu Yue could breathe a sigh of relief, Gu Chaoshui moved his hand to Gu Yue's collarbone.

Sensing the hard object under the neck, Gu Chaoshui groped twice, and sighed: "I didn't expect Aifei to have a collarbone, it's quite obvious to the touch."

Gu Yue: "..."

Does this mean he is fat? ? ?ah?He just has a little flesh in his stomach, who doesn't have flesh in his stomach, but his flesh is a little bit softer, so he's fat? ? ?

Enduring the anger in his heart, Gu Yue continued to build himself up psychologically, so that he would not get a heart attack or be dragged out and beheaded if he resisted.

It doesn't matter, fat is fat, anyway, every fat person is a potential stock, wait, he is not fat!

……

Sigh, forget it, dog... The tyrant is fat if he says it is fat, anyway, he knows whether he is fat or not.

Gu Chaoshui touched his collarbone a few times, and continued to pinch a familiar place with his hand.

That's right, the belly with the little soft meat.

After Gu Yue's "bedside servant" came back from being touched in the middle of the night, he actually thought about exercising a lot to build up his abdominal muscles, so that the tyrant could no longer make fun of him.

But after he walked from Zichen Palace back to his own Luanhua Palace, halfway through, he gave up out of breath.

As a salted fish, why should he exercise?Is it because the big bed in the room is not fragrant or the food is not delicious?

A certain salted fish who gave up struggling, naturally, had another nightmare today.

The moment Gu Chaoshui pinched the soft flesh on his stomach, Gu Yue could already think of a dog... What will the Lord Tyrant do next!

Sure enough, after Gu Yue was pinched twice, a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile came from behind: "I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for a few days, and the meat on my concubine's stomach has increased a little bit. Sure enough, the food in the lonely palace is good. A little raccoon slave can also be raised to be plump, but it is extremely cute."

Gu Yue put on a blank face, pretending that what the person behind him said was not about him, as if only in this way could his world be peaceful.

In a relaxed mood, he was even able to respond: "Well, Your Majesty is right."

The movement of pinching the soft flesh behind him stopped for a while, and a curious voice came from behind him after a while.

"Aifei is angry?"

Gu Yue: "No."

"Is Aifei not angry?"

Gu Yue: "Yes."

He added two more mental constructions to himself, and now he is in an extremely open-minded mood.

As long as you don't get beheaded by the tyrant, and you don't have to eat the navel oranges fed by the tyrant, the world will still be beautiful, eh.

Gu Chaoshui turned Gu Yue over, squinted his eyes, and carefully observed his expression.

Gu Yue lay flat and watched, and even blinked faintly.

"Pfft." Gu Chaoshui couldn't help laughing, before saying, "Aifei is really interesting."

Seeing that Gu Yue was calm even though his stomach was touched, Gu Chaoshui, who was only touching his stomach through his clothes, narrowed his eyes and tore off his belt.

Now, Gu Yue couldn't relax anymore.

Before he could get nervous, Gu Chaoshui took off his outer shirt, then reached out his hand naturally, and continued to touch Gu Yue's stomach.

Well, it's really just touching the belly, and I didn't do anything else, I didn't feed the navel oranges, and I didn't mean to "help each other".

The feeling of sticking to the skin is really different from the feeling of touching his stomach through clothes. The latter Gu Yue can still feel calm, but the former... I have to say that when someone else touches his stomach other than himself, it really is just one word: itchy.

Every beating on the stomach can affect Gu Yue's itchy nerves, and being pinched can relieve the itching a little bit, but Gu Chaoshui's touching method of circling around his stomach is, really, like Touching a pregnant woman with cubs.

Gu is not pregnant and Yue Yue expressed mixed feelings about this.

God knows that it is very difficult for him not to laugh, and he will be tortured by this kind of touching.

Oh, is this life?

Seeing Gu Yue desperately pursing his lips to keep himself from laughing, Gu Chaoshui rolled his eyes.

He stopped stroking in circles, and under Gu Yue's horrified gaze, he patted Gu Yue's stomach twice.

After the white and tender belly was patted, it made a very crisp sound, and then, under the gaze of the two of them, it jumped down very elastically.

Seeing Gu Yue's shocked appearance for a long time, Gu Chaoshui completely let go of the frown that had been slightly frowning since he came in, and he hugged Gu Yue back into his arms, and he also weighed Gu Yue's waist by the way.

"Unexpectedly, Aifei's belly is so fleshy, and her waist is so thin and soft."

As he said that, he squeezed Gu Yue's hand again: "The hand is also soft, which is really strange."

Gu Yue, who hadn't recovered from his senses, looked at his stomach that was just patted, and then at his hand that was being pinched back and forth.

Gu Yue's hands are not fat, on the contrary, they are extremely slender and good-looking, but it may be that they have been raised too delicately. He has never practiced martial arts or done any work with his hands since he was a child. Calluses are naturally soft when pinched.

At this time, those white and beautiful hands were being held together by the tyrant's bracelet, pinching the knuckles of the phalanges.

The tyrant's hand was a circle bigger than his, and the degree of whiteness was comparable to his. Gu Yue compared it, and silently found that the tyrant's hand was even a little bit prettier than his.

It's just that the tyrant has calluses in his hands, which feel a little hard to the touch. According to Gu Yue's observation, it should be the imprint left by practicing martial arts since childhood like his mother.

Gu Yue, who was obsessed with looking at his hands, completely forgot that the owner of the hands in front of him beheaded two people not long ago.

Gu Chaoshui quietly squeezed the hand between the two of them, looked down at Gu Yue who was thinking about something, something flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke.

"The two people who were beheaded just now are the sons of the Minister of the Ministry of Industry and the Minister of the Ministry of Industry."

Gu Yue raised his head and looked at him with some doubts.

The head was chopped off, why did the tyrant tell him this?

The man in front of him stretched out a hand, pinched a lock of his hair and played with it, his movements were very careless.

"Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry was found to be involved in a corruption case this morning. He embezzled 10 taels of silver. As an accomplice, the minister also embezzled a lot. The crime should be punished."

After speaking, he pressed Gu Yue against his chest, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Gu Yue raised his head and glanced at Gu Chaoshui who had closed his eyes, because the psychological shadow of beheading just now gradually dissipated.

Harm, as long as it doesn't come for no reason to beheaded.

Why, though, did the tyrant explain this to himself?