The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 108
The room was quiet.

When Shi Feng suspected that Yan Wenmao was too tired and fell asleep, a hoarse voice sounded.

"no need."

"Lord Chitose, what's the matter with you?" Shi Feng asked worriedly.

"……nothing."

Shi Feng left quietly, since the master said no, the slave doesn't need to make his own claims.

The wood that can be made into chairs and sent to Qifeng Palace is naturally a good material.

However, at this moment, the carved chair was incomplete, and sawdust, like messy thoughts, was blown everywhere by the slightly cool evening wind.

……

in the bedroom.

Luo Chuchu turned over with his pillow in his arms, and said, "Yan Wenmao said he would come, why hasn't he come yet?"

He kicked the quilt away unhappily, the more irritable he felt, the hotter he felt.

"Oh no... I asked him to come over and say good night to me, but did he promise at that time?"

Just as she was humming and chirping tossing and turning, there was a soft knock at the door, so soft that you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully.

Luo Chuchu stopped moving and listened to the sound outside the door.

"His Majesty."

"It will be tomorrow morning if you don't come in." Luo Chuchu said dissatisfied.

"..."

Yan Wenmao pushed the door open, Luo Chuchu looked at his actions, curled his lips and said, "Did you just knock or touch the door, you couldn't hear a single sound."

Stopping at a place about half a foot away from Luo Chuchu's bed, Yan Wenmao said: "It's getting late, Your Majesty should rest early."

"You're standing so far away, is there something you're hiding from me?" Luo Chuchu asked suspiciously.

"No." Yan Wenmao's eyes flickered slightly.

"Then come here." Luo Chuchu rolled over and sat up.

I don't know if it's because of the orange light from the lights, but the corners of Yan Wenmao's eyes seem a little red.

When Yan Wenmao approached, Luo Chuchu stood up, raised his chin condescendingly, and looked at him: "You should go to bed early, your eyes are red from sleepiness."

Yan Wenmao was not used to her like this, so he looked away and said, "After greeting His Majesty, the servant will rest automatically."

Being so close, Luo Chuchu felt that the fragrance on his body smelled better, so he couldn't help but get closer and smell it.

"What kind of soap do you use?" Although the fragrance is not as strong as the shower gel she made, it is very refreshing and has a nostalgic warmth.

"It's just saponins."

This is Yan Wenmao's habit. He never uses things that stick to his skin for too long, lest someone touch them and poison them regularly.

Luo Chuchu smelled it again, and the smell of saponin was easy to wash off. She was sure that it was not just the smell of saponin.

After thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on me that all beauties have body fragrance, although Yan Wenmao is not a woman, but he is an out-and-out beauty, there is nothing strange about having body fragrance.

"Hey hey..." The corners of his mouth raised suspiciously, Luo Chuchu pinched Yan Wenmao's cheek fondly, and said casually:

"I just found out tonight that Aiqing is such a superb beauty. Look at this little face, the twinkling eyelashes, and the beautiful eyes. I really want to see what I look like in your eyes."

The more she said this, the hotter Yan Wenmao's cheeks became, and he still refused to look at her squarely.

"Hey, look at me instead."

Indifferent.

Luo Chuchu had no choice but to follow his gaze, puffing her cheeks and said, "Am I not good-looking? Why don't you look at it?"

How could it not look good.

Yan Wenmao could only look back.

He rarely looked at her like that.

I have seen her shrinking in a corner, crying, and hating him, but I have never seen her like this.

Luo Chuchu is an empress, but she has never had the domineering aura of an emperor.

Perhaps it was because of her childhood experience, or because she had no backing and confidence, she could get angry and be harsh, but she never showed a look of pride on her face.

But now, with pampering and slight anger, she pinched his face confidently, without fear or temptation, as if it should be like this.

No, that's how it should be.

Compared with the hatred in his eyes that he wanted to kill him, such a pampered Luo Chuchu is too beautiful and kind.

Yan Wenmao raised his hand, covering the back of Luo Chuchu's hand holding his cheek.

"What are you laughing at..." Luo Chuchu muttered, but the next second, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Crying, why are you crying..."

Luo Chuchu was so shocked that she didn't know where she was and what she was doing.

She shouldn't have done anything to bully him, right...?
"I, I, I didn't mean it." Luo Chuchu apologized clumsily, "I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that you were inferior to me and flirted casually. I just wanted to make a joke with you..."

Yan Wenmao held Luo Chuchu's wrist, and she was pulled into his arms without any defense, and she let out a small exclamation.

Turn around.

The two fell into the soft quilt, Yan Wenmao was careful not to crush her, while Luo Chuchu was mostly on top of him.

Luo Chuchu was so surprised that he didn't know what expression to make.

In this case, if it was a different person or a different situation, she would definitely run away quickly.

But this person is Yan Wenmao.But he is crying.

He buried himself on Luo Chuchu's shoulder, trying his best not to let her see his face.

But landed on the shoulder, with warm drops, it doesn't lie.

He hugged Luo Chuchu, but he didn't need to use any force, to the extent that he could break free at any time.

Luo Chuchu thought for a while, then slowly reached out and patted him on the back.

Yan Wenmao is a very strong person, even now, he has not cried aloud.

Wrapped in each other's breath, it seems to prop up a small world, and there are only two people in the world.

After leaving his parents, Yan Wenmao never cried in front of anyone because of his own feelings.That is cowardly, and the enemy will not sympathize with him, but will only redouble his efforts to trample him into the mud.

The only thing that can give him a sense of security is the rope tied with wooden beads on the rattle that his mother bought him.

Only by wearing it every night can Yan Wenmao sleep peacefully.

Now there was another Luo Chuchu who made him nostalgic and feel at ease.

Luo Chuchu didn't know what caused Yan Wenmao to cry suddenly, but she didn't want to ask because Yan Wenmao didn't take the initiative to say.

Some things cannot be said, but the negative emotions it brings need to be vented.

For example, on the carriage, Luo Chuchu thought of his precarious situation and the fate of being implicated by the attackers, so he couldn't control himself and threw himself into Yan Wenmao's arms and cried.

He didn't have to ask why.

Patting Yan Wenmao's back lightly, Luo Chuchu doesn't know how to comfort others, so he can only use the most stupid method, hoping to make him feel better.

The lights gradually dimmed, and Luo Chuchu had already fallen asleep in Yan Wenmao's arms.

Yan Wenmao gently carried her to the pillow, covered her with the quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt.

The lights went out.

"Squeak." The door gently opened and then closed again.

The moonlight was so bright that it clearly illuminated the way to his bedroom.

Yan Wenmao looked at his own shadow on the ground, and raised his head to look at the full moon above the railing.

It's a nice, quiet night.

(End of this chapter)