Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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In the study, Xuan Yan looked at the person who broke in suddenly, with obvious surprise in his expression.

Xie Zhuo was also staring at this man closely.

Not seeing him for two months, Xie Zhuo almost didn't recognize this person.

His hair has grown a lot, and his clothes are more common brocade clothes.

But these were not the reasons why Xie Zhuo couldn't recognize him.

The biggest change in this person is temperament, the ethereal temperament like the gods and Buddhas in the sky disappeared at some time, replaced by another temperament that makes Xie Zhuo's heart itch.

I want to press him on the bed, and let these black eyes full of endless emotions be dyed with other colors.

"Xuan Yan." Leaning his limp body on the shelf, he looked at him with a smile: "I was drugged by Xiu Nu."

Xuan Yan was also looking at this person, at the person who had appeared countless times in his dreams and left without mercy.

The day after day of dreams almost drove him crazy, so that when he saw this person again, he felt an unreal feeling in his heart.

"Your Majesty." He said in a low voice, "Then what do you want me to do?"

Xie Zhuo staggered towards him, with obvious impatience in his footsteps.

He grabbed Xuanyan by the collar and forced him to look at himself: "I let you sleep in bed, are you willing?"

He stared closely at Xuan Yan's dark pupils, and spoke every word with great emphasis.

Xuan Yan paused, and pressed the book of war on the table with his knuckle-knuckle hand, and said softly: "Since Xiu Nu drugged you, why did you come to me?"

Xie Zhuo didn't notice that there was no word "poor monk" in his words.

His heart just turned cold, and he said bitterly, "You want me to find someone else?"

He can guarantee that if Xuan Yan dares to say these words, he will...

Qi Ling took a cold breath: "What about you?"

Xie Zhuo sneered and said, "Zhen asked someone to tie him to the bed and rape him."

He is the emperor, why should he care about the thoughts of this stinky monk?

"I don't want to." After a moment of silence, Xuan Yan's calm voice sounded.

He raised his eyes and looked seriously at the impatient emperor: "I'm just wondering, why did your majesty come to me again after keeping me cold for so long?"

When he was almost driven crazy by this cold treatment, he came to him again, why?

The fire in Xie Zhuo's heart spread, making his ears buzzing, and he could barely hear what Xuan Yan said.

"I just want to find you, I just want to find you, is that enough?" He bumped into it impatiently, pressing Xuan Yan's cold lips hard.

Between the touch of lips and teeth, a smile finally flashed in those cold eyes: "Enough."

As long as His Majesty still has him in his heart, that's enough.

He didn't want to think about whether there was anyone around His Majesty these days, he just wanted to make His Majesty the only one in his heart from now on.

If one person has the heart and the other has the intention, things will happen naturally.

It's just that there was a little dispute at the end.

"What are you doing?" Xie Zhuo's eyes were red, he pursed his lips and glared at the disrespectful monk, wanting to take back his two long legs.

Xuan Yan caressed a small wound on his waist and abdomen slowly, and said softly: "I will serve Your Majesty."

"I am the Son of Heaven!" Xie Zhuo raised his eyes to look at the monk who was showing a hint of aggression, and emphasized emphatically.

Xuan Yan curled up Xie Zhuo's strand of black hair with his fingertips, and slowly curled it around his fingertips.

"It is precisely because His Majesty is the Son of Heaven that I cannot let Your Majesty suffer."