When she woke up, he was still sleeping soundly. In his sleep, his face was very, very hard, and his brows were wrinkled strangely. (www

She stretched out her hand and touched his forehead carefully. He still didn't wake up, and there was still that indescribable anxiety between his eyebrows.

She held his face and kissed him.

His lips are very, very dry, as if the rough skin has not receded after being applied with a layer of scrub. That is the reason for the high fever for days.[

She couldn't feel the softness anymore, and he couldn't feel it either. Maybe, she thought, her lips were also so dry. So, the two of them couldn't even feel any pleasure from kissing. How sad is this???

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However, she still held his face, turned sideways, and kissed him heartily, from his forehead to his eyebrows to his chapped lips... In this life, she rarely and rarely took the initiative to kiss him while he was sleeping, full of love.

This strong feeling is definitely not because he is the emperor and she is his beloved concubine...

She couldn't describe this feeling.

There was a terminal carnival in the kiss, as if this time, the initiative was all in her hands. Yes, she, Shui Lian, had been known as a vixen all her life, but when she really seduced His Majesty, she actually

Very few... let alone when using love potions.

This time, when she seduced him, he was completely unable to do so. He truly became Liu Xiahui. Therefore, she also completely understood Liu Xiahui. That night, she hugged a cold woman or a half-dead woman with a high fever.

Women... that's something no man can touch.

It's not because he has noble morals, it's just because he simply can't do it, and he can't do it at all.

She kissed him for a long time. He still didn't wake up. He only uttered some strange murmurs when he turned sideways. She stopped and listened carefully, but she couldn't hear anything clearly.
Chapter completed!