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On the way back, Xiyu felt as if she was walking on cotton. Her steps were unsteady and her body became light, as if she could fly at any time.

She tried hard to stay awake, but the alcohol made her thinking slower and slower, making the world in front of her blurry.

Chun Shi supported Xi Yu all the way to prevent her from falling and getting hurt.

Everything was fine when Xiyu just came out of the palace. Her tense mind allowed her to stay awake and not embarrass herself.

But the moment she stepped into the gate of East Third Building, the familiar environment made her relax her vigilance, the alcohol took over her brain, her body became a little limp, and she began to slide down involuntarily, making Chunshi a little overwhelmed.

When Yinzhen saw this scene, he walked up quickly and hugged the person in his arms.

The pair of broad and powerful palms fell on Xiaofu's waist, and the long fingers exerted a little force to control the soft waist in the palms.

There was a thick layer of clothing between his fingers and her skin, but he seemed to be able to clearly feel the delicate and smooth touch under his hands.

As his mind recalled the beautiful curves of that snow-white, tender skin, his black eyes became even deeper.

Xiyu seemed to have found support. She couldn't help but rub against Yinzhen's arms, then raised her head and stared at the man's chin infatuatedly.

Her long eyelashes blinked slowly, her light brown pupils were filled with moist light, and she mumbled some unclear words.

Yinzhen looked down at the limp little person in his arms, tilted his ear closer, and tried to hear her weak voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I want to... I want to vomit."

Xiyu frowned slightly, with a hint of discomfort in her tone.

After saying that, he pushed him away, staggered to the corner of the yard and retched.

After brewing for a long time, nothing came out.

She stood up straight, looking at the crystal clear snow on the ground, her eyes shining with a cunning light.

"Master~" she said softly.

"Is it better?"

Yinzhen followed closely, but before he could squat to check on her, the concubine stuffed a handful of snow into his collar, and her cool fingers were still groping around in his clothes.

He did not dare to dodge, fearing that the Little Concubine would lose her balance and get hurt. He had no choice but to stretch out his arms and hug the Little Concubine tightly, letting her do whatever she wanted in his arms.

Afraid that she would be cold, he wrapped them both in a cloak.

Xiyu's prank was successful, and she buried her head in his neck and laughed happily.

The light and shadow reflected each other and fell on the two people.

As she laughed, she stopped and slowly looked up at him.

Her beautiful and delicate eyes blinked slowly, and after a long while, she opened her lips slightly, with a hint of confusion in her tone.

"Why don't you hide?"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around became exceptionally quiet.

There was only the rustle of leaves in the breeze and the faint sound of their breathing.

"Did you have fun?"

The man asked back, his low, magnetic voice containing a hint of pampering and indulgence.

Hearing this, Xiyu's eyes were filled with mist, and she lowered her head in disappointment, "I'm not happy."

Yinzhen thought, if she had two rabbit ears on her head, they would be drooping at this moment.

"why you are not feeling happy?"

He lowered his beautiful eyebrows, pinched the young lady's chin with one hand and forced her to look up, and their eyes met, colliding with tenderness.

Xiyu hummed in dissatisfaction and muttered softly, "I'm just not happy."

After saying this, he pulled his warm hand out of the other person's clothes and wanted to push the person away.

Yinzhen's dark eyes were like an abyss with no bottom, which was about to swallow up the young concubine without leaving even a bone.

"Throw it away after use? Who taught you that?"

After saying this, he lowered his head and kissed the young lady's lips, savoring the delicate sweet scent of jasmine in her mouth.

The lips and tongue move, bringing up a heart full of sweetness.

"Ugh...don't touch me!"

The little concubine was like a little rabbit with her fur standing on end. She put her hands between the two men and tried to push them away. When she saw that she couldn't push them away, she opened her teeth and tried to bite.

"Sigh~"

Yinzhen let go of her in pain, raised his hand and wiped his lips, with a faint trace of blood on his fingertips.

He raised his eyes, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, not knowing how he had offended this unruly rabbit.

When Xiyu saw the wound on his lip, her eyes cleared for a moment, and she lowered her head guiltily, not looking at him.

[It's over! You're done for! You actually bit him and made him bleed!]

There was panic in Qi Xi's tone, and then he deleted this memory from his mind.

He knows nothing. If you want to settle a score with this person in the future, don't look for him.

After a while, the alcohol completely integrated into the blood, eroding Xiyu's sanity.

She walked back without hesitation, her back showing a bit of stubbornness.

Yinzhen stood behind her, narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger flashed in his eyes, then he strode forward, picked up the staggering little concubine by the waist, and walked towards the bedroom in the front yard.

"What are you doing! You big bad guy! Let me go!"

Xiyu continued to struggle, her calves swinging around in his arms, and as she moved, the brocade shoes on her feet flew off and fell to the ground.

Gao Wuyong felt a chill down his spine. While pulling Chun Shi to pick up things, he tried hard to reduce their presence.

"Is it because I spoil you too much that you have the guts to throw a tantrum at me here, huh?"

Yinzhen kicked the bedroom door open, and the wind and snow rushed in with his movement. He kicked the people in and walked to the bed in a few breaths.

I wanted to throw her on the quilt, but then I thought about how delicate the young lady was. Any touch would leave marks on her. If she fell, the bruises would probably last for a long time.

And with her delicate personality, she might even cry and make a fuss with him.

He stood in front of the bed for a long time, then closed his eyes to calm his mind, and then gently placed the person on the quilt.

As soon as Xiyu left his arms, she huddled in the corner of the bed, with her back to the man and her head buried in her knees.

Like a precious kitten that is angry and hides in a corner, ignoring people.