Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 141 The Delicate Little Emperor Is So Unruly (22)

Xing Chen missed him and nodded with a smile at him.

"My mother thinks my harem is too lonely and lonely, and I have no children for many years, so she wants to add a few more beauties to the harem so that I can have more children for the royal family as soon as possible."

"So, it wasn't your Majesty's own idea?"

Xing Chen's eyes flickered: "That's not the case. Of course I'm happy to have a few more beauties."

"is it?"

"Yes, I am not like my uncle who is not interested in women. I love beautiful women."

Especially someone like you.

Wen Luo's expression became even uglier.

Xing Chen glanced at the chair beside him, stood up and said, "Uncle, please sit down. Aren't you tired of standing all the time? Look at you. You chased everyone out early. No one even offered you tea. Should I pour it for you myself?"

He walked to the tea cabinet beside him, picked up the teapot and raised it in a curved arc, pouring the clear and transparent tea into the white porcelain teacup.

The person behind him slowly approached, but Xingchen held the teapot steadily as if he didn't notice.

Wen Luo's deep voice sounded above his head.

"No need, I will do it myself."

As he said this, his chest pressed against Xingchen's back, and then he grasped the teapot with his right hand, grabbing Xingchen's hand as well.

Xing Chen's eyes moved, but he didn't retract his hand, and soon the cup of tea was full.

Wen Luo took his hand, straightened the teapot and stopped pouring water, then took Xing Chen's hand and put the teapot back in place.

Xingchen looked at his hand that was holding hers tightly.

"Uncle, although I am not very active, I can still pour a glass of water. I don't need you to teach me step by step."

Xing emphasized the word "hand in hand".

Wen Luo responded by still holding his hand with his right hand, but slowly touching his fragile throat with his left hand, and stroking the delicate skin of his neck with his thumb bit by bit.

"Your Majesty doesn't seem nervous at all."

Why be nervous? I love it so much!

Xing Chen: "The Emperor's uncle is not so stupid as to attack me in the Imperial Study."

Wen Luo: “Why?”

"You command a 150,000-man army in Southern Xinjiang, and you have outstanding martial arts skills. If you want to fight to the death with Zhao Jiayu, why would you wait so long?"

"Zhao family?"

"Your opponent has never been me and my mother, or rather, not just us, but the Zhao family who now holds the military power in the northern border.

My mother seems to be the one in charge of the Zhao family now, but she and I are just a balance point in your rivalry.

Because of you, she can be the one in charge of the Zhao family. Because of you, I am the legitimate heir to the throne."

Wen Luo bent down, and put his sharp thin lips close to Xingchen's round earlobe, making a subtle touch, like a kiss as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Your Majesty is really becoming more and more surprising."

Xing Chen swallowed his saliva with a "gulp".

"Uncle, as long as you think what I said is okay."

"So, you're sure I won't touch you now?"

The thin brocade robes of summer could not block the heat that was about to erupt like a volcano from the bodies of the two adult men.

In a trance, one would suspect that they had already been intimate with each other.

Xing Chen closed his eyes, "Isn't it?"

Wen Luo laughed softly, and his low, deep voice rushed into Xing Chen's ear canal, and Xing Chen shuddered again.

"But your majesty has displeased me now."

Wen Luo's palm slid up to his chin, forcing Xing Chen to raise his head.

The postures of the two were so ambiguous that Xing Chen couldn't stand his teasing at all. His long eyelashes trembled pitifully a few times and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

He panted lightly, his voice intermittent: "I, how can I make my uncle happy?"

"What do you think?"

"I, I don't know."

"Now you're pretending to be innocent?"

"I don't understand what the emperor's uncle is talking about."

Wen Luo's fingers suddenly tightened, clamping Xing Chen's jaw. Xing Chen cried out in pain.

But the sound sounded different again in Wen Luo's ears.

I thought that his seductive skills were really perfect. Even with his fatal throat in someone else's hands, he could still make such obscene noises.

I don’t know which great master taught him this.

Wen Luo's voice was a little cold: "Your Majesty, you'd better tell me clearly what you did to me."

Xing Chen: "...In which aspect?"

In what areas? How much have you done?

Xing Chen sighed, it was really tiring to maintain this posture.

He simply leaned into Wen Luo's arms and put all his body weight on him.

Wen Luo: “…”

Since you're such a good kid, I'll be gentle with you.

"In the court, I compete with the emperor's uncle for people and power. Outside the court——"

Xing Chen paused deliberately, feeling that Wen Luo's hand had loosened the force that was restraining him. Xing Chen turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyes full of affection.

"——I am competing with my uncle for his heart."

His slightly parted red lips were right next to Wen Luo's mouth, like red berries with dewdrops waiting to be picked, emitting the extremely tempting fragrance of ripe fruit.

Wen Luo's mind went blank and he didn't care about anything else. He suddenly kissed him on the lips.

Xing Chen was prepared and turned his head to avoid the kiss.

This time, Wen Luo's kiss fell right on his round earlobe.

Wen Luo was not a picky eater, so he just put it in his mouth.

He turned and fiddled with it, and sucked it with a smacking sound.

Now, without Wen Luo’s forcing, Xing Chen uncontrollably raised his slender, white neck, and his breathing began to become unstable.

His legs and feet were weak, but Wen Luo behind him felt that they were not close enough and kept squeezing him hard.

There was a tea table in front of him. Xing Chen was unsteady on his feet. He hurriedly raised his hand to support himself on the tea table. In a panic, he pressed the tea into the tea bowl that had just been poured.

The tea bowl was knocked over.

The clear and transparent tea splashed onto the back of Xingchen's hand, then dripped down the tea table and soaked Xingchen's clothes.

Wen Luo had touched a teapot before and knew that the tea inside was not hot, so he was not in a hurry at all.

Not only that, he also pushed away the tea bowls and teapots that were in the way with a sense of mischief and pressed Xing Chen down on the wet tea table.

Xing Chen turned around and glared at him angrily.

Wen Luo raised his eyebrows proudly, grabbed Xing Chen's hand that was stained with tea, and sucked it clean bit by bit under his wide-open eyes.

Xing Chen: “…”

Wen Luo: "The tea poured by Your Majesty is indeed very delicious."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed Xingchen heavily onto the tea table.

Xingchen's body was shaking uncontrollably.

"You have seduced me time and again. How come Your Majesty has only this much willpower?"

Xing Chen was naturally unconvinced: "The Regent has great self-control, so what is he doing now?"

"This is like a piece of meat that is right in front of your mouth. It would be a waste if you don't eat it."

"Same here, I think the emperor's uncle has a good face, so don't miss it."

"Okay," Wen Luo pinched Xing Chen's slender waist with his big hand, "This is what His Majesty said himself."