Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 425
"I didn't ruin my body, it's just that I haven't had a good appetite in the past few days." Han Zhiyu got up and prepared to eat resignedly.

Why can't she not eat when no one is with her, she used to be alone, how can she be so delicate now.

It can be said that she said so, but she always felt restless in her heart, a little uneasy, but she couldn't say why.

Although she said she was wearing a book, her eyes were actually darkened, and the original plot was over before she passed through.

I don't have any cheats, and I can't help you in any special way.

Although I got on the bed early in the morning, I couldn't sleep peacefully because of tossing and turning.

It was late at night when I heard someone's footsteps, and I knew it was Ying Yu.

But when he came over, he didn't approach her, he just looked at her from a distance, his eyes were hot and gentle.

"Why don't you come here?" Han Zhiyu blushed when he saw her.

Ying Yu shook his head: "It's frost outside, I'm very cold, I have to go to discuss things later, I can't rest with you."

This hastily explained, as if he was afraid that Han Zhiyu would drag him to sleep.

In fact, he didn't mean anything else, he was afraid that the cold would come to her.

Moreover, he was going to discuss matters. If he warmed up to the fire, he might have to leave before the chill faded away.

"What time is it now?" She wasn't sleepy at first, but now she saw him more energetically.

The emperor thought about the words others had used to persuade him to sleep: "It's almost time to be ugly."

Choushi, Han Zhiyu calculated it, and it was the end of Zishi when it was almost ugly, it was probably one o'clock in the morning.

Liver Emperor, brother.

Han Zhiyu propped herself up and sat up from the bed, and stretched out her hand to him: "I've already wrapped the quilt up."

She was huddled under the quilt in a snow-white jacket, like a squirrel that has struggled to show its head.

The little blob looked pitiful and lovable.

Ying Yu's originally tense nerves seemed to be soaked in a honey pot at this moment, and he completely relaxed.

He took off the fox fur helplessly, and walked towards the couch: "Don't you think I'm dirty now? When I lay down on your couch before, you wished you could kick me off."

He insisted on trying to find a place for his former self, but his body honestly embraced her with the quilt.

With a sigh of satisfaction, it seemed as if he had won the whole world.

Because she doesn't like candles when she sleeps, so it's dark right now, and she can only look at him by the dim light of the moon outside.

"It's easy to get old if you stay up late. I think your beard has grown." Han Zhiyu stretched out her hand from under the quilt and groped for his face.

It was really cold outside, and his face was still ice-cold.

"This is growing old together. Put your hands back quickly, don't catch a cold." Ying Yu told her to stretch her hands back, but she didn't say that her hands were colder than her face.

But even if he didn't say anything, Han Zhiyu could guess it all.

With this guy's personality, if there is an opportunity to touch his little hands in an open and aboveboard manner, he will definitely not miss it.

Han Zhiyu held his hand, and before he was about to reach it back, she tilted her head and kissed his chin.

The beard pricked her mouth a little, and her chin was a little cold, but her expression was very serious, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was cautious.

Ying Yu is now as stunned as a log, and he feels a little difficult to breathe, let alone kiss back or something.

He forgot what he was going to do just now, and just looked at her stupidly.

"Stupid." Han Zhiyu scolded him.

She couldn't be seen clearly in the night, but Ying Yu could imagine it.

The girl's autumn water-like pupils are rippling, which should be full of smiles.

(End of this chapter)