Your Majesty be my lord [Transmigration Book]

Words such as skin like cream come to mind.

As expected of a male vixen!

Duan Yunshen touched it a couple more times, then rested his fingers on the tip of Jing Shuo's nose, and pressed it up, trying to make a pig-nose expression.

Jing Shuo: ...

Jing Shuo didn't fall asleep at all.

Pretending to be asleep is risky, especially when you meet someone like Duan Yunshen who is as brave as you are.

Duan Yunshen pressed his nose twice, then mercifully decided to forget the dream and forgive the tyrant.He vaguely remembered what he seemed to have said to Jing Shuo before, "I will be in the dream when you are holding hands".

This is good, I really have him in my dream, but I don't know if he has me in his dream.

After playing for a while, Duan Yunshen began to try to crawl out of the quilt.

It's time for him to go back, it will be difficult to leave the palace during the day.

As a result, he probed left and right, and found that Jing Shuo had no intention of letting go of his hand at all, and was afraid of waking Jing Shuo up when he moved too much.

After tossing and tossing, Jing Shuo suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged him into his arms.

Duan Yunshen:!

Duan Yunshen: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"