Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 59

Following the word "husband", another high-frequency word comes out, Cen Guixuan.

Xue Yu was speechless.

He was so confused. He never realized Yunkang was so sensitive before. He would get angry at the slightest thing. He didn't say anything, but Yunkang suddenly got angry.

Xue Yu's face was full of confusion. He kept trying to recall what he had said to irritate the man, but he couldn't figure it out. But he couldn't just leave him alone, so he just softened his voice and said, "I didn't say I wanted to bring him. It's just two people, I don't mean anything else. Are you angry?"

Yunkang licked his tongue lightly and said calmly, "Why should I be angry?"

"Oh," Xue Yu's patience was limited. Even though the man's face was full of dissatisfaction, he didn't want to pay any more attention to him. He said blandly, "Then I'll continue to sleep."

The little mermaid's eyes were slender and slightly moist, and his lips tasted like sweet syrup. He opened and closed them twice, said something perfunctorily, and went back to sleep. Now that he was sober, when he saw Yunkang's face, he immediately remembered what stupid thing he had done.

It’s already the limit to say so much to Yunkang.

He pulled up the still warm quilt and hid his little face inside. The next second, the man reached in and pinched his face with his hands. He said in a sinister voice, "You sleep like this?"

Xue Yu groaned with trembling eyelashes, and tried to push it away with his hands, but the man's hands were covered with muscles, and no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't move them. He frowned and said, "Didn't you say you were out of breath? If you are, it's getting late, and you have to attend the morning court tomorrow. Can't you go to bed quickly?"

Yunkang looked at him for a while, and the creases on his eyelids became even worse: "If you say no, then there is no? You can't judge for yourself."

Xue Yu: “…………”

Only when you feel that you have committed a great sin in your previous life will you have this conversation about having and not having.

Xue Yu didn't want to expose his hand to the cold, so he just opened his delicate and clean eyes and looked at him, "Okay, then tell me, what are you angry about?"

He really don’t know.

The little face pinched by two fingers was as white as a green onion. In order not to hurt himself, he took the initiative to push it into the palm of his hand. When he tilted his head back, the flesh of his face slid on the fingertips. It was so soft that if he was pinched a little harder, he would cry.

Yunkang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips twitched faintly: "Think for yourself."

"?"

Xue Yu's fists itched.

If you want to get it, you can still get it.

With his raven-black eyelashes raised to their highest point, Xue Yu stared directly at the extremely difficult emperor in front of him. He was sleepy, but he still had to speak to him patiently: "You are always angry for no reason, and make others guess what you are thinking, really..."

The first two sentences of accusation were spoken very fluently, but the last sentence was hesitant and unfinished, and its degree must have been more serious than the previous ones. It is unlikely that it would be a good adjective.

The man was silent for two seconds, as if he was doubting whether the person he was talking about was him. After a long doubt, he lifted his eyelids and loosened his grip on his cheeks: "What do you want to say?"