Chapter 627: What do you want to do while sleeping?

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As soon as the line of sight was accurate, the breath that Mu Yan had just recovered suddenly fell again.

A handsome face, unimpeded, caught her eyes and made her heartbeat completely messed up.

On the weekdays, the imperial concubine opened his eyes, and there was a pair of dark and dark ice-blue scorpions.

The whole body is full of arrogance and coldness.

Just like the emperor who is in the world, people unconsciously want to surrender to his feet.

The man who can sleep at this time -

Light and shadow fell on his white face, reflecting the angular face.

Slanting into the armor of the skull, it is a long, thin curl of eyelashes.

The long eyelashes that gently hang down, covering the cold scorpions, soften the temperament of his whole person.

Under the nose of the handsome, it is a thin pair of lips.

The lip line is tight and with a hint of solemnity.

Can sleep so quietly, but inexplicably gives a childlike cute.

Mu Yan’s line of sight is somewhat blurred.

When she was in a coma, she saw the face of the emperor.

At that time she thought it was her dream.

I did not expect that it turned out to be true.

This man, really came back.

Her hand stretched out uncontrollably, gently stroking the man's eyebrows, as if he wanted to confirm that he was real.

The fingertips are dotted with the black eyebrows, the closed eyes, the thin and frivolous lips...

The finger volleyed on the man's lips and stopped quietly.

Inexplicably want to touch it, whether it is a warm touch in memory.

Suddenly, Mu Yan seemed to suddenly realize what she was doing and her face was red.

I was about to take my hand back, but my wrist was suddenly covered with a warm touch.

The wrists were tight, and the whole person was smashed and fell into the arms of men.

The familiar Qing dynasty came to the surface, accompanied by the man's unique smell, so that Mu Yan's flushed cheeks were redder.

"Let... let go!" When she spoke, she found out how confused her voice was. "Dragon, what are you doing?"

The man bent down slightly, and the burning breath spit in her ear. "Is this sentence not supposed to ask you? Yan Yan, what do you want to do while sleeping?"

Mu Yan did not expect that she would be caught.

Her guilty refusal, she had to sigh and swear: "You don't talk nonsense, how can I..."

The emperor looked at her face with a red face.

Originally because of the feeling of anger that Changyu hugged her, it disappeared at this moment without a trace.

He firmly clasped his delicate wrist and pressed it on his chest. "Why do you want to touch the face, you want to touch it, you can touch it for you."

"Shut up!" Mu Yan finally became angry and jumped up. "Who said that I want to touch you, I just want to slap you up."

However, Mu Yan has not been able to jump from the bed, it has been re-entered back.

For a time, the sky turned, and Muyan’s hands were pressed to the top of his head.

The tall figure of the man kept her in her arms.

The imperial face of the imperial concubine is close at hand, and the deep blue dragonfly is full of reflections on her shadow.

"Yan Yan, I haven't seen you for many days, can you miss me for a moment?"

When talking, the man's warm breathing spit on his face, so that Mu Yan only felt the skin tingling, as if a layer of goose bumps appeared.

She opened her mouth and wanted to talk, but was interrupted again by the emperor. "Whether you think about me, but I miss you... When I can't see you, I... I miss you all the time..."