Quick Wear: The Soft Waist is Good at Getting Pregnant pt.1

Crazy and Heirless Tyrant vs. Delicate and Weak Little Eunuch (7)

  Gulp—

  Jiang Li swallowed her saliva in frustration.

  She bit her lower lip tightly and reached towards Song Chengyin's pants with trembling hands.

  At the moment when she was about to grab the waistband of the pants, she lowered her head tightly, leaving only a slit in her eyes.

  Just as she was about to go forward and pull off the pants, her feet were tripped by the wide palace clothes on her body.

  Plop!

  Jiang Li fell forward uncontrollably. In a panic, she hurriedly looked for a support point and grabbed Song Chengyin's pants with both hands.

  With a thud, as she fell to the ground, Song Chengyin's pants were also pulled off.

  "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

  Jiang Li hurriedly let go of Song Chengyin's pants as if she had grabbed a hot potato, and knocked her head heavily on the ground to apologize.

  Song Chengyin frowned. Is he so scary?

  Looking at Jiang Li's trembling body, he said in a deep voice: "Raise your head."

  Jiang Li did not dare to disobey the imperial order, so she had to raise her head.

  What caught her eye first was the man's slender and straight legs, and then the huge thing between his legs!

  Jiang Li, who had never seen such a scene, blushed in an instant, so red that blood almost dripped out!

  At this time, she didn't care about the imperial order, and hurriedly lowered her head and buried her head firmly in the ground.

  Song Chengyin looked down at himself, and then looked at Jiang Li who was kneeling in a small ball at his feet.

  Is this... hurt self-esteem?

  After thinking of this possibility, Song Chengyin did not embarrass Jiang Li anymore, and turned to walk towards the hot spring.

  With a plop, Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief.

  This is too exciting!

  [Host, calm down, calm down. ]

  The system that was dormant in Jiang Li's sea of ​​consciousness was awakened by her rapid heartbeat.

  Jiang Li took a deep breath, and all that came to her mind was the terrifying scene she had just seen when she looked up.

  It's really, really big.   

  "You can't make the concubine pregnant?"

  [The tyrant was injured in his early years of war, which led to his lack of offspring. However, the host can rest assured that the system will produce high-quality products, whether it is the tyrant's people or alive, they are all very good. ]

  Jiang Li: "..."

  Song Chengyin soaked in the hot spring for about an incense stick of time. Thinking that Jiang Li's self-esteem might be hurt, he did not ask Jiang Li to change his clothes for him, but called other eunuchs.

  As Song Chengyin walked out of the inner hall, Jiang Li, whose legs were numb from kneeling, could finally get up.

  Song Chengyin, who returned to the Yangxin Palace, did not rest, but continued to sit in front of the jade case to review memorials.

  The emperor did not sleep, so it was impossible for Jiang Li and other servants to rest first.

  They could only open their eyes and be alert in the Yangxin Palace, waiting for the emperor's orders.

  Jiang Li was used to staying up late, so she was not very sleepy at this point. In addition, the cool breeze outside the window made her even more sleepless.

  Boom -

  accompanied by the cool breeze, a muffled thunder suddenly fell from the sky.

  Looking at Song Chengyin, who had just finished bathing and was wearing thin clothes, Jiang Li looked around and finally saw the crimson purple cloak on the shelf beside her.

  She quietly walked to the side and took off the cloak, then walked lightly behind Song Chengyin, leaned over and put the cloak on his broad shoulders.

  "Your Majesty, it's cold at night, be careful not to catch a cold."

  As she approached, a faint pear fragrance penetrated into Song Chengyin's nose.

  He subconsciously turned his head to look, and his heart was shocked when he met Jiang Li's watery almond eyes.

  After being reminded by other eunuchs, Jiang Li had wiped the ink on her face with a handkerchief, but because there was no mirror, she couldn't wipe it all clean, and there was still a small piece on her cheek.

  Looking at the extra ink on her cheek, Song Chengyin stretched out his hand for some unknown reason...

  (End of this chapter)