Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    When the Longevity Day comes, all countries will send gifts one after another, and the capital of the country is very lively recently.

    Because I was told by my emperor's brother, I have been more restrained recently, and Zuo Yan is so happy that I don't have to go out to make some trouble every day.

    On the large rocking chair, a man with black eyebrows squinted to rest, and a man in red lay beside him.

    Gradually, the man's head tilted to one side and pressed against the shoulders of those around him.

    Xiao Liuzui looked at him sideways, from eyebrows to nose, faint lips, delicate chin...

    The folds pressed out by the collar after falling asleep revealed a corner of the collarbone, and one finger pulled the belt away gently, and it aroused The jacket and the white skin were immediately exposed.

    Xiao Liuzui remembered that night, the man's hands and feet were tied up, and there were many red marks on his smooth skin. Each of them was printed by his own hands, clenching his lips, his eyes were unwilling, but he was addicted...

    Just think about it. Let him lose control.

    A flying insect flew in along the open placket, Xiao Liu frowned unhappy, fingers sticking into the clothes, the flying insects went further and further inward, and he got his hand down more and more...

    "Lord! No good! ......"

    Zuo Yan was agitated, suddenly waking up from his dream.

    The servant was dumbfounded, and saw the new man pressing on their prince's body, touching something in his clothes with one hand, while the prince looked over with ignorant eyes.

    The subconscious swallowed subconsciously, the prince's appearance...

    Xiao Liuzui's sharp eyes swept at him, and the body of the visitor was like being frozen in ice. He knelt on the ground, his body prostrated and he did not dare to raise his head. Shaking all over.

    Withdrawing his eyes, Xiao Liuzui looked at the person under him. He just woke up a little chaotic, and a faint trace of silver flowed from his slightly opened mouth...

    The feeling of the sleeves brushing the corners of his mouth finally made Zuo Yan's head turn back. God, there is a smiling face in front of me.

    He bowed his head, his clothes opened wide, and he touched one hand down.

    Zuo Yan took out the dagger he was carrying with him, expressionless, "What are you doing."

    Xiao Liuzui withdrew his hand honestly, "I think the weather is hot, and the prince sleeps unsteadily..."

    "So you want me to be cool and cool. Is it?"

    Xiao Liuzui looked innocent, "Wang Ye is wise."

    Rui, your grandmother is a leg!

    Zuo Yan's dagger slowly moved down, "What is this."

    "It hasn't seen the prince for a long time, so I miss it."

    He touched him lightly as he said.

    "I miss it too, so why not steam it."

    Zuo Yan lifted his foot, and Xiao Liuzui quickly jumped to the ground. What did this person dream of? There seems to be something wrong with the mood.