"Brother Bai Qi, where are you going?
Wait for me."
Yan Xiaomo chased after Bai Qi.
She still liked this tank hero in the game, especially the revised version of Bai Qi.
"Mo'er, where are you going?"
When Ying Zheng came back, he happened to see Yan Xiaomo chasing Bai Qi, his eyebrows furrowed, and he held him in his arms.
"Azheng, you are finally back."
Yan Xiaomo gave Ying Zheng a hug.
After five years of not seeing each other, Ying Zheng was already a head taller than her.
In front of Ying Zheng, she looked even more petite.
"You haven't answered me yet, why are you chasing Bai Qi?"
There was a sour taste in his tone.
Ying Zheng looked at the bright little face in front of him, and his heart moved.
Of course Yan Xiaomo would not tell him that she pursued Bai Qi because she was curious about what Bai Qi's true face looked like, otherwise Ying Zheng would definitely eat the wrong thing.
"I just asked him if he had eaten."
Yan Xiaomo said weakly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bai Qi glance his head to the side.
Ying Zheng looked away from Bai Qi, obviously not believing what Yan Xiaomo said.
"You all stay away from me.
No matter what sound you hear, you are not allowed to come over."
Ying Zheng's voice was so high that almost all the soldiers present heard it.
Bai Qi's head tilted slightly, but he did not make any movement.
"Yes."
All the soldiers replied in unison.
They naturally understood what the emperor wanted to do.
Yan Xiaomo looked at the smirking eyes of the soldiers, and her face suddenly turned red with a fiery temperature.
"Azheng, stop making trouble."
Yan Xiaomo stretched out her hand and hit Ying Zheng's chest, wishing she could find a hole in the ground to crawl in.
Ying Zheng laughed loudly and strode toward the tent with Yan Xiaomo in his arms.
"Mo'er, I don't want to wait any longer.
I want you now.
I want you to truly and completely belong to me, to me alone."
He gently placed the person in his arms on the bed, his eyes as gentle as water.
"Azheng, are you too impatient?
There are soldiers outside."
Yan Xiaomo stuttered and was a little shy.
"Without my order, no one dares to come in and ruin our good deeds."
Ying Zheng's tone was particularly ambiguous when he said this, with his hands on both sides of Yan Xiaomo's head.
The air in the tent became warm, and Ying Zheng leaned over and placed a kiss on Yan Xiaomo's forehead.
"Azheng, I" Yan Xiaomo suddenly pressed the big palm on her waist tightly because that hand was untying her belt.
"Mo'er, feel it, it misses you very much."
Ying Zheng covered Yan Xiaomo's hand and slid Yan Xiaomo's hand down his body, letting Yan Xiaomo feel his uncontrollable heat.
Touching the hotness, Yan Xiaomo instinctively wanted to shrink her hand, but Ying Zheng held her hand tightly and prevented her from moving back.
"Azheng, you, you are too slutty."
Yan Xiaomo was a little angry, clenching her fists tightly, feeling the heat on the back of her hands.
"Good Mo'er, please soften it, gently."
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Ying Zheng's voice was slightly suppressed.
In desperation, Yan Xiaomo had no choice but to listen and do it, but it was too big for her to hold with one hand.
"Azheng, how could you be so big?"
Yan Xiaomo whispered, with some complaints.
"Isn't that bad?"
Ying Zheng closed his eyes comfortably.
Hearing Mo'er's words, he couldn't help but smile and half-opened his eyes.
"I'm scared."
It's not like Yan Xiaomo has never tasted that kind of feeling.
It must be painful at first.
It feels like using a candle to poke your nostrils.
It doesn't feel happy at all. oshow7: