Charm of a Thousand Moons

Play dirty?

Qian Yueshen smiled coldly, and approached Qian Yueche step by step, every step made Qian Yueliu very nervous, what does the emperor want to do with him?

He was just robbing tombs, so he didn't break the law. Didn't my father say that the law is nothing more than human feelings?

Qian Yueche was neither retreating nor advancing naked, so she could only speak, "Father, please discuss something carefully, don't be rough."

I remember one time when his father forbade him to speak vulgar language, but he refused to listen and was beaten as a PP. At that time, he didn't think it was a big deal when he was young, but it's different now.

"Father, it's cold... calm down." He quickly stretched out his hands and hugged the little PP behind him, but this movement was more interesting in front of him.

Qian Yueshen's gaze sank, stretched out his long hand, and pulled Qian Yue Che over, then resisted him and threw him into the tub, and then imprisoned him between the tub and his own hands.

"Che'er had a lot of fun with Hong Mao? Huh?" Xie Xie's tone was hot, and she slapped Qian Yue Che on the forehead.

Play?

"Royal father, I'm not playing." Qian Yueche emphasized that the man was jealous, no wonder, Qian Yueche suddenly laughed, "Royal father, it's so sour, I feel really bad."

As he spoke, water droplets were stirred up and rushed towards Qian Yueshen.

Frowning slightly, the little guy also learned this trick?

"Yes, very sour." Qian Yueshen admitted straightforwardly, "But don't think that, I will let you go and turn around."

turn around?What are you doing?Qian Yueche was puzzled, did Emperor Father lose his mind?However, looking at the eyes of the father seems to have a feeling of revenge, could it be that...

"No." Qian Yueche resolutely said, what a joke, he is so old, if he still plays PP, it would be a shame, "Father, I am already an adult."

"My lord?" Qian Yueshen sneered, "Che'er, don't forget that Che'er is only 13 years old, did the emperor spoil Che'er so much that he forgot his age?" That pink, very cute thing.

Qian Yueche trembled all over, and quickly covered it with his hands, "Father, do not look at evil, where are you looking?" It's okay to look at it, but with such a disdainful look, this insult hit Qian Yueche even more big.

Qian Yueche turned around, turned his back to Qianyue God angrily, "Father, you can hit me." Tilting up the little PP, hit me, it's better to beat me to death, and I love you to death.

Seeing the little guy's cute behavior, even Qian Yueshen's anger disappeared, not to mention that he was not angry at first, but a strange light began to flash in his black and red eyes.

The warm and wide palms gradually became uncontrollable. Knowing the sensitivity of Qianyue Che's body very well, he naturally enjoyed it happily, "Che'er, ask Father to inspect, is Che'er injured?"

Feelings had gradually emerged from the deep voice, and Qian Yueche's heart also boiled after hearing it, and even the back contracted unconsciously.

Damn it, the little guy was tempting him unconsciously.

Quickly took off the clothes on her body, and when Qian Yueche felt it, someone was hugging her back tenderly, and the warm water quickly raised the temperature of the two of them.

The feeling they haven't had for a long time, they long for each other deeply.

Little by little undercurrents came from the room, and the well-trained Mingwei had been tens of meters away from the beginning, and was guarding the place strictly.

On the big bed, the two naked masters hugged each other, their black hair entangled with each other, and the whole room was filled with happiness and joy.

Qian Yueche kicked the man next to him, "Father, I'm hungry, get up quickly." This man wanted him thoroughly just now, not to mention the pain in his back, even if he moved, he would feel liquid behind him flowed out.

"Didn't you feed Che'er just now? I'll check to see if that little mouth is already full." As he spoke, the hand placed on Qian Yueche's waist really reached out to Qian Yueche's bottom. .

"No." Qian Yueche quickly grabbed Qian Yueshen's hand, "It's not the bottom one, it's the top one, I'm hungry, Father, I'm really hungry, so hungry..."

He showed a pitiful expression with aggrievedness, trying to arouse the man's sympathy, but he didn't know that such an expression was more touching in the eyes of the man.

It's just... Looking at the hickeys all over the little guy's body, Qian Yueshen, who always loves his precious son first, naturally doesn't want to tire him anymore, "Lie down obediently, I'll order someone to prepare."

Rubbing the little guy's fleshy face, Qian Yueshen lifted the quilt, put on a black undershirt, and opened the door, "Mandala, bring some food in."

There is no need to think about whether there is such a person outside, that person is almost Che'er's shadow, of course he understands.

"Yes." A reply came from not far away.

Qian Yueshen walked into the room again, and found that the little guy had lazily closed his eyes, dozed off, ran on the mountain for a day, and was dragged by him to do it just now. up.

Qian Yueshen sat on the bed, caressing Qian Yue Che's face pityingly.

His hand brushed over his forehead, eyebrows, nose, and small mouth, and he missed each place deeply. He is also such a little guy who makes people feel distressed when he is mature, and makes people love when he is cute. He is redundant and endless for him. Life has brought surprises again and again.

Cheer...

I have you in my life, so I miss the world of mortals, do you know?

Qian Yueche's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and what looked into them was Qianyue God's affectionate gaze. Every time at this time, Qian Yueche would always blush unconsciously.

There, he never thought that he would be with a man, and this man was his father.

No matter how avant-garde the modern concept is, I have never thought of such a thing. At the beginning, my heart was complicated, fear, worry, fear, and the cold expression was just my own cover.

It's just that the man in front of him told him with his warm and generous chest that everything has him, so he is happy.

"Father..." Touching Qianyue God's big hand with his hand, he looked into the man's eyes with clear eyes, and there was the same deep nostalgia and love there.

"Exhausted?" Qian Yueche wrapped his little hand behind his back.

Qian Yueche shook his head, letting himself lie in his arms, smelling Qianyue God's blue hair, "As long as father is happy." Qian Yueche's voice had a soft and lazy feeling.

It was hoarse after the combination of the two, but it sounded very nice.

"No, it's not just that Royal Father feels happy. If Che'er feels unhappy, Royal Father won't be happy either, you know?" He said in an ambiguous tone, "Is that why Che'er is happy?"

At this moment, the little face was even more red: "It's... I'm happy..." He couldn't say what he said, but it felt really good to be cared for gently.

The atmosphere of the father and son was quiet and enviable. At this time, the voice of Mandala came from the door, "Your Majesty, master, the meal is ready, do you want to bring it in?"

"Come in." Qian Yueshen said, and at the same time pulled up the silk quilt that had slipped to Qian Yueche's shoulder.

When Mandala came in with the meals, Qian Yue Che was obediently lying in Qianyue God's arms, only showing two eyes looking at Mandala pitifully.

Mandala is the kind of person who stays still before a storm, puts the meal in his hand on the small stool by the bed, and then bows and leaves.

After seeing Mandala withdraw, Qian Yueche stretched out an arm, "This person is really boring, he has no expression at all." She scratched her face with her hands, feeling a little itchy.

"What's wrong?" Qian Yueshen grabbed Qian Yue Che's hand, "My face is red from being scratched." Frowning, he blew on the right cheek that was scratched red by Qian Yue Che.

"I don't know, it's so itchy, I haven't had it just now." Qian Yueche twirled in Qianyue God's arms, "Father, it's so itchy... so itchy... I'm so itchy, please scratch it for me."

The soft voice was almost crying, because the hand was imprisoned by Qianyue God, he couldn't move, but his body was struggling desperately.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a blotch on my face, I'll call a medical doctor to take a look later, I can't scratch, what if I scratch the skin?" Qian Yueshen comforted Qian Yueche.

"But it's so itchy, so sad." Unable to grasp it with her hands, Qian Yueche simply rubbed her face against Qianyue God's chest, "Father, it's really itchy, it's so itchy..." Qian Yueche was almost on the verge of crying No wonder people say that physical torture can kill a tough guy (Qian Yueche is purely thinking).

"Okay, okay, Che'er, don't be in a hurry, I'll rub it." Qian Yueshen didn't want to let Qian Yue Che grab it, so he just gently massaged the red spot on his face.

With a certain degree of water spirit on the tip of her hand, the cool feeling made Qian Yueche's itchy face seem to heal for a while, and her body no longer struggled.